Polyfillergate

Had a bit of a hissy fit today. I blamed it on my cold. And I wrote a little note to Dave to apologise for swearing. (Just a little).

However, a positive thing to come from it was that you can make polyfiller from PVA and plaster. (Thanks, Chris.)

Chris making said plasterfiller.


So, I'm on with building the box for my installation. Ok, in truth, Chris is on with building it (complete with very fetching Bob the B overalls) and I am handing him the screws. I tried to suggest I drill/screw whilst he held the wood. But for some reason he wasn't having any of it.

Chris and the ever-patient Dave, having a very important conversation

 It's all getting a bit busy on the top floor

My door, that will front my box

Against Guru Chris' best suggestions, I am going to put a couple more explanatory quotes in my box. He's a great lover of 'show not tell' (or is that just in literature?) Anyway, getting people to work things out for themselves with Art.

However, I'm a great fan of being told a bit more (proving me to be definitely more a communicator than an abstract artist). To be frank, Duncan suggested I look up Doris Salcedo's work. And I love the fact that her subterranean crevice, stretching the length of a Turbine Gallery in the Tate Modern, 'asks questions about the interaction of sculpture and space, about architecture and the values it enshrines, and about the shaky ideological foundations on which Western notions of modernity are built.'. But in truth, I'm far busier wondering whether this £300,000 work will cause any long-term structural damage to the foundations of the building.

Had a bit of an unfortunate time with the printer on Monday. Exams finished and I nipped in to print out my blog. (For yes, dear reader. I do think that the only people who read this are my immediate family, well, three of you, and Moger). So, I printed it out as I would like it to be seen as an integral part of my experience this year. Anyway, a hundred or so pages in, I was thinking to myself what very good value printing at college is. What I didn't realise was that they'd taken the block off printing for the exams, and when I went to do a precautionary top up of my card, I was minus thirty three pounds. (Which I'd have far preferred spend on something else, perhaps polyfiller, than my blog).

I think the very nice man from IT failed to believe that I hadn't suspected something was wrong. Little does he know me...