Move ’em on, hit ’em up, move ’em on, hit ’em up
Move ’em on, hit ’em up, Rawhide….
This week has been busy, busy, busy. Now I know how all those cowboys felt with all their wranglin’, and movin’ and rollin’ and spittin’ and lassooin’. Must’ve bin exhaustin’.
Here’s the montage version of my week –
Deadlines at work. Difficult meetings with art writers who believe the only way to write about art is to do so in a transformative, performative, crucially enigmatic way. (If any one can tell me what that means I will be eternally grateful….)
Further meetings with same writers who feel it is in my best interests to understand that photography as art is a spectacular collision of the animate and the inanimate; that it can be feminist, postmodernist and surrealist all at the same time and that to truly understand it one must have a doctorate and because I don’t have a doctorate in fine art I have no right to even hold their manuscripts in my unworthy hands, let alone edit them. (Hey, back off, buddy, I’m just doing my job…)
Whirlwind celebration of my son’s 12th birthday where he was overjoyed by the present I got him – a Star Wars Lava Lamp. Can you believe it? He says it is the best present ever. That is too cute to be true.
Hugging one of my best friends in the petrol station ( we just happened to be filling up at the same time) as he wept over his wife leaving him because he didn’t earn enough money. (Definitely a story for another post. You won’t believe it.) The funny thing was a woman came up to us with tears in her eyes and said:’ I cry every time I fill up my car too. It’s costing me a fortune.’
Not enough sleep. Too much coffee. Too much rain. Too much laundry waiting to be done. I’ve missed visiting you and all your wonderful blogs. I do apologise for my slackness and will catch up soon. Now I’m going to watch Rawhide on DVD and attempt to fall asleep. As many of you may know, I do love my cowboy movies. Love to you all!