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I've been doing physical stuff, damn it felt good! I compensated for a very late start to the day (2PM - ?anti histamine too late at night?) with a spot of weeding and a spot of guerilla gardening in the space behind my place - I poked in some comfrey. Comfrey is handy stuff to have in the compost, but I have limited space so I've put some out there in a little hole in the concrete abutting my back fence. It's okay if it gets mowed by Melbourne Water every so often. In fact it would be kind of handy, given I want it for its leaves.


Honestly, if I could just have an hour a day of being that physically capable I'd be a very happy woman. I'd also have a kick-arse garden and a great house, full of interesting things to look at and think about. (I was tempted to say "a tidy house without great piles of unwashed clothing and dirty dishes", but I doubt it. The house would be in good shape, but I suspect I'd end up using most of my capacity putting objets d'interesting shapes, and fishtanks, in odd places.)


Mobiles. I think I should learn to make mobiles. I love looking at kinetic art, and I think mobiles might be an achievable form of that.


Last night I had one of those dreams in which year 12 exams are next week and a bunch of final assignments are due. Curiously, it didn't concern art. Usually in these dreams I am trying to get a whole bunch of art done, as well as come to grips with art history, often with an awareness that I'm repeating year 12 all these years later because I loved it so much but realising I'll be struggling to pass.

This time, it was the stress of producing a bunch of English essays and learning a year's worth of French vocab. I think it's because last night I thought I saw George Orwell in archival footage of the Tour de France in the late 1940's. I realised I hadn't even looked at my French books all year and was going to be in a right mess next week when the exam was scheduled. I also realised I was reaching brain overload and while I frantically prioritised, decided to give up on Maths.

But I'm really happy to say that at some point I remembered that I do not, in fact, have to take exams or hand anything in. In the first instance, I'm not enrolled in anything and secondly, I'm a grown up and can avoid such challenges if I choose. The sense of relief was fantastic.

I take all this to mean the following: I'm doing and thinking enough about art now that I don't have to fret; I don't feel the same way about French but should I ever feel a sense of accomplishment and mastery, I'll start fretting about Maths. Given that I started failing Maths long before year 12, and did not in fact get into year 12 Maths, I should make sure I never start learning French again, because nightmares about Maths will be worse than anything. I should probably stop trying to read books too. Watching archival footage that may contain images of famous writers, or even people who look like famous writers, is probably also a really bad idea.

(Should I be capitalising subject names like "Maths"?)

Oh. I once started a portrait of Big Sister that still looks a bit too much like that famous photo of George Orwell that's on all his books. I should probably throw it out.



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Jun. 29th, 2013 08:20 am (UTC)
Knowing that you had an hour a day when you could do all the things would be marvelous.
I suspect, like you, that I would spend it doing the things I want to do, not what needed doing. *sigh*

Hey, what is it about the HSC dream. I had it for the first time recently and couldn't believe that I was failing. It was awful, and it took me a little while when I woke to realize that the dream wasn't reality.
Jun. 30th, 2013 08:26 am (UTC)
Cor, you've only just started? The rest of us have been having that one for yeeears. Enjoy. :/

Oh and bonus points if you can't find the right classroom.
Jun. 29th, 2013 11:11 am (UTC)
Urgh I manage to combine a bunch of classic dreams like those hence, I am late for exam don't know where I am supposed to be, get to hall,am in the wrong uniform and then... My teeth fall out. Lol! If it is an extra good one I circle through waking realising it is a dream/not being a dream is a dream it is actually real/ realise it is a dream, wake up the dream is reality ad nauseum!
Jun. 30th, 2013 08:28 am (UTC)
..your teeth?

(Actually - I had a run of those once when I was trying a dental splint for OSA which made my teeth sore. But only then, I might add. Not before and not since. Ergo, your dream is weird).

I hate those meta-meta-dreams.
Jul. 2nd, 2013 10:13 pm (UTC)
I like mobiles. Glad you got up and about. Hope it repeats.
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