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elegant forms

2023-12-04

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I've been thinking for the last few days "I'm desperate to write a journal entry." I hope this desperation works out in words, and justifies itself.

brain dump

Been thinking about weaving again. I've finally tied up my heddle strings on the "this is so easy" piece. It is an attractive medium. The immediacy, the pace. Though I find it incredibly frustrating when it is fiddly, I also used to find it hard to manage all my fingers into a D-major chord. Practice can make elegant forms from the clumsiest beginnings. (I might be being a little too indulgent with my writing tonight, but I'm not going to worry about it.)

Now that I'm back in the city I'm settling into routines, and fixing my eyes on what I want to achieve. By and large I want to empty my room. I do not need so many things, and I don't want them. I want a light, empty room. I want my wardrobe to feel good. I want my room to feel closer to a magazine. Those interior design shots don't have to be fantasy. I guess it mostly comes back to something I mentioned awhile ago: My room is a tool. The next time I bring it up I'll make a page for it, like so it goes or bart. I spend sunday night cleaning my room. I didn't get very much done, but I cleared the floor - I've learnt that goes a huge way towards making it easier to be in.

I've purchase more artwork lately, and need to figure out how to actually present it. I'm not sure I have the space, I had an idea to have them on rotation. Louis' little gallery. Take nice pics of them, document it like an actual gallery even.

I've been feeling weird about hallozeen. It felt weird this year, so did my work. I felt really put off I guess by the most of the zines I saw. Have I written about this too? I didn't like most of them. There is a feeling of urgency to a good zine. Like it must exist. A lot of what I saw lacked this. It was also, imo, badly printed. Too expensive, and poor quality. You can spend a lot of money of colour printing and thick paper stock and end up with a shitty feeling zine. Someone was doing a series where they printed the same zine at different sizes, which I loved as a concept, but the zine itself was shite. I sat next to someone who was probably still in high school - they had good, well written zines. I don't like this obsession I have with quality now, it seems to go against my previous zine ethos. But I think, when fully worked out, it doesn't. There's something there I could feel, and in time I'll get it into well crafted words. I wonder if it was my own work that was lacking. That seeded the discontent that painted the whole day. Maybe I was just tired. The call has gone out to sign up for next years Festival of the Photocopier. I'm hesitating.

What do I want to do next?

I want to sit down and plan the summer ahead. I've got a few things on my mind

that's it for now

ran out of time, here's some food for thought from James Clear's newsletter:

"Be ruthless about what you ignore. Time, energy, and resources are so precious. You have to be ferocious about cutting your priorities—more than you realize and certainly more than is comfortable.

You can only deeply commit to a few things. One or two? Maybe three?

Every pretty good, sorta nice, kinda fun thing you abandon is like shedding a weighted vest that lets you move at top speed. You were so busy focusing on how much you could carry, you never realized you could run this fast."

listening to

Shirim - Melody's Echo Chamber

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