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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Well well speak of the High C's ... Galleries

The nice thing about not having a car is that the miles you ambulate along are not in comparison with the miles you just did in the car. Instead you settle in and admire the scenery get yourself delighted by things you see and hear as you go, or just humbly trundle and navigate exhaust fumes and traffic and god excrement did I say god excrement? never mind we're all God's creatures.

Or you might do what I did today and get your legs out and flash them around footballer style and see how much more easily the traffic is to get through. Having a cute baby in the trolley helps create a gender neutral air of happy helpfulness. Then you stay happy baby stays happy and you can do something you haven't dreamed of trying in years, (since your new encumbered status anyway) and go art gallery cruising. I've never felt so helped which was lucky because I couldn't find the Copy shop and when I did it wasn't what I needed. I'll be back to the Digital Darkroom for printing my book covers I think. Keep you posted. ( Honestly people were chasing Finn's apple his hat, my second lot of directions I got someone to write down...)

Gambia Castle is in that space on K road that I think of as Mat Sunderland's old flat. I got a lift with the trolley up the stairs and that was the only point during the whole day that I thought I might not cope. You know that I might fall over and get stuck under the trolley or something like that..

A group artist showing including Daniel Malone and many more. I'm not an art critic. I admired some works there very much and enjoyed the space. Unconstructivism?

The other place I was hunting down was the High C gallery who are having an opening tonight. They're exhibiting screenprints on wood at the moment. Another opening on Friday. They're representing the Illustrating and comics and bookmaking side of things and I bought a fabulous book by A. Patrick Conlan called Portrait of a Waiting Pig. Which I loved quickly. Actually it's an illustrated Novella.

I know Andy Conlan as a diy filmmaker, he first earned my admiration for a brilliantly funny fence-jumping stunt for a 48 hour film now how long ago was that? Before your time my little galleries.

Seriously I'm so glad it's summer and we can walk around K'roads arty skene and bump into people when our cars are broken. Like Barbara. And she can tell you where everything is. Like the High Seas

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Like pulling teeth

little bits of bone make their way from the gum if the root of the tooth gets broken or if shards get left behind.
Do they ever, amazing... but when I heard it I thought that was a scenario of something that might happen if I was extremely unfortunate.

Having never had teeth pulled I was nervous sure, but my impulsive imagination hadn't accounted for painkillers. The dentist, well... she's lovely and well... she had little arms, so well...

once we were underway I was fine anyway just watching the drama of it unfolding around me, and the frustration and wishing I could help with my arms and not not just countering with every muscle that runs up into the base of my skull from my neck at the back.

All credit to her after 45 minutes of pulling and lactic acid build up in the fingers, ( strange intimacy) there was a riccochet of tooth through the expectant space of the room, and she sighed breathing a little athletically and stretching her fingers, then she flicked her hair to the side and said "well I'll have a go at the other one and see if we do any better". She was fantastic really.

Just had a coffee with a friend who pulled up several examples of dental surgeons who just go the other way; drop it all and go jungle; start bands; play the gazoo. My arms are quite strong at the moment. Stronger than they've ever been because of the two year old.... maybe I could fit in a 7 year degree.

It was nothing on the indignity of having those enormous pieces of plastic to hold your mouth open and the plaster to make the mould. Anyway you don't hear all those teenagers complaining do you? It's because they're in shock, and in a way it's probably an appropriate kind of adult world initiation, because everything in comparison will seem benignly well mannered afterward.

Bits of tooth are known to make their way out weeks and weeks later I was told and sure enough bits of tooth did. But you know it's quite exhausting work on the body and I just shut down completely... thing is I still feel like that I can hardly keep my eyes open and I'm waiting for a shard to come through any minute so I can admire it for its definitive bone-like quality and size and get on with things. Like blogging.