Tuesday, 15 February 2011


I bought two prints from a Petitou exhibition by Nicholas Frith. A stag and a lonesome woodcutter. They remind me of a print of Dad's of two innuit fishermen similar to some of these.
I got tonnes

You know that saying - I've got shedloads (of, for example, books, or something) - in my head I always imagine enough to fit in a shed (its not an infinite number but it is a lot). Someone today was saying they have a problem when the phrase is used because they can't decide whether the shed is a noun or a verb. I've never before realised that actually the use of shed in this phrase is a verb. It doesn't refer to enough to fit into a shed - it refers to an  amount that has been shed from a lorry. A shed load. Doh. BIG doh. I astound myself sometimes. How have I got to be 40 and not realised this yet?

Monday, 7 February 2011


How many paperclips are in circulation at any one time? I think I have bought a packet of paperclips perhaps once in my entire school and working life but always manage to have an overflowing collection of them in an assortment of useful sizes. At a meeting today someone collected a single clip off the desk at the end and said I'll have that it's a resource. Which it is. But who supplies them all if we don't actually buy them?

Friday, 4 February 2011


There's a man behind me on the bus suffering with a terrible cold - he's coughing and spluttering and sniffing up snot. I'm worried the infection is all over the back of my head. Public transport makes you ill.

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Private View

Hobnobbing with the art crowd at the preview of Susan Hiller exhibition at the Tate Britain. The work requires a certain intellectual engagement that isn't properly possible in such crowded conditions but there is definitely a reason to come back and spend more time. Feminist and psychological sensibility. Mixed and alternative media. Collections and cataloguing. Relooking at found objects, re-presenting them.

Tate Britain first gallery is full of sculpture of the human form, people mill around drinking wine and posing. I keep looking at shoes.