I have news!
Apparently the government, or I dunno someone somewhere, has increased funding for us art students at the college, however it only applies to first years. Typical. But our tutor has said she's combining stuff where she can in order for us to benefit too, which is where this next bit of news stems from.
There is a high chance that our final exhibition in a few months will be held here:
The Whitworth Art Gallery,
or here:
The Cornerhouse.
Oh
My.
Ahh thank goodness.
Afflecks Palace is not closing down.
This may well be old news to many, but I'm really relieved. For a place that represents the spirit of Manchester so well, it's an essential that it stays put.
Amusingly to me, on my Dad's first visit ever Oop Norf to see me late last year, I was giving him a quick whistle stop tour of Manchester with the first stop being Afflecks. I figured him being a child of the 60s and a musician, he would dig that vibe. I'm not sure if his 60s child has withered away to be replaced by his opinionated stuffy crotchetty insulin-dependant smoking old geeza, but he later bemoaned at his first experience of Manchester as being a shopping spree with crazies. That might have been something to do with my conservative (despite being Dutch) Stepmum's influence.
Dad's Mancunian Experience was cut short by the fact that he'd forgotton to bring said insulin with him, so to my annoyance we beat a hasty retreat.
Ah Good Times.
Thanks to my lovely fella.. I am going to see Sia!
So exciting.
Bet she kicks arse live.
Yay yay yay!
Also - on another more positive artistic note - the Manchester Evening News did an interview at the exhibition on Friday. Not sure when it might come out. I was unable to attend though, as my littlest kid was ill. Which is a shame, however I don't mind being one of those artists whom everyone knows their name, but not their face. ;)
The exhibition has been extended and is running through March now too, which seems nice. This is mostly because the piece in the Salford Star comes out in its March issue. The comments in the book are still amusing, more recently someone has written that we must all be on drugs ha!
So the exhibition has been up and running for 10 days now. The venue leaves so much to be desired on so many levels. The turn out on the open day was dire with a somewhat telling 3 out of 8 students themselves turning up. Yes that is the level of commitment they have to this course and art in general. When I asked why one didn't show she said and I quote: 'Oh I couldn't be bothered'. And she is the quiet one of the group.
Anyway, that aside, it's still all a farce.
Even the library it's housed in have the most moronic staff you can possibly imagine. They put the poster for the event sideways on their noticeboard. When I challenged this, they said that they did it on purpose so that the patrons might be able to read the library's opening times better. Despite of course all the artwork depicted now not being the right way up.
Just a small insight on their mentality.
I can only assume that Swinton is not exactly the mecca of Manchesters arts culture. Whodathunk.
(I hope you can see my eyes rolling here extensively)
I went back again last saturday to show my beloved, and as we loitered picking up 'What's On' leaflets from the rack in the foyer, a couple of people wandered round the exhibition room. One was a small girl and her granddad. The gentleman was standing in front of my wall hanging as we walked past the doors on the way out, and I heard him say something like: "So this is what they call art these days is it?"
Tee hee.
I'm already a misunderstood artist! Now all I need to do is cut off my ear and die.
A man breaks into a house to look for money and guns. Inside, he finds a Young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair. While tying the homeowner's wife to the bed the convict gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom.
While he's in there, the husband whispers over to his wife: "Listen, This guy is an escaped convict. Look at his clothes! He's probably spent a lot of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain..do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is obviously very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us both. Be strong, honey. I love you!"
His wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me that he's gay, thinks you're cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you, too."
To see a baby in your dream, signifies innocence, warmth and new beginnings. Babies may symbolize something in your own inner nature which is pure, vulnerable, and/or uncorrupted.
To dream about a starving baby, represents your dependence on others. You are experiencing some deficiency in your life that needs immediate attention and gratification.
To dream of holidays, represent a need for a break or time for rest. You are expressing a wish to escape from your responsibilities. Depending on the activities related to the holiday, the dream may also indicate family issues, personal attitudes or some difficulty.
I dreamt I had a baby, and it was only a couple of days old and I went on holiday with my old best friend (who'd also had a baby) to a really hot climate like Tunisia. Only when I got to the hotel room, I realised that I had forgotton to pack some milk, and in fact that although my baby hadn't been fed in days, perhaps not at all, she was quiet, smiling occasionally, and perfect. I was angst ridden and running about trying to find an open shop that would sell me powdered SMA milk in this foreign land.
My man circles sentences in the books he reads.
He gave me one such book awhile back, and told me to read it because I'd love it etc etc. So i begin to read until puzzled, and in the bath, I noticed the first penned circle around a sentence.
"What the hell?" thought I, as you well might.
So, intregued, I read on.
Of course I believed him to be writing me a secret special note in the book! Perhaps this complex man of mine with his subtle foibles that often at times fly straight over my head has decided to communicate his 'intentions' by these means?!?!
Perhaps I'm soon to become an honest woman? (Well I know it was a stretch of the imagination but I'm a girl and that's our job.)
So, with steadily chilling bathwater keeping me company, I ploughed on through to find the next sentence.
Of course the next one made no sense at all. I read further in, confused. None that I found made any sort of message, or if they did it was actually more sinister than anything else!
When I tackled my boyfriend about the whole thing he just said that he liked to circle random sentences that he liked.
Oh.
Didn't take the shine from the book though, as the thing itself wasnt my thang anyway. I had however read far more of said book than I might have otherwise bothered, looking for the elusive note.
