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Apr. 18th, 2012 | 08:56 am

I recently participated in an En Masse thing at Le Divan Orange by Rupert (he apparently was in a collab-project with this other Quebecois author whose  collection of speculative fiction short stories I recently bought on sale called "Objects of Worship"? Small world). Everyone was really nice to me seeing I'm a complete rookie and accidentely used someone else's paint, haha. It was also a nice reprieve from work.

It was really liberating drawing big for once, and I confess I'm hooked. I then bought myself a HUGE zeichenblock with my recently-earned print money as a present-to-myself. The piece above is one of the outcomes of it. 

But it also means I will be participating in a group show with them at Galerie Pangee

Prints are still on sale. Here's the 2nd one!

Cody's friend-in-Singapore who's a JC lecturer bought a piece, and asked me to write up a little thing for it because he plans to use my work as an example in order to discuss authorial intent in his aesthetics class (and how authorial intent is non-existant, or a creation by the watcher/reader, as is in my case and most stuff now, I guess). I'll post it if... I get around to. 

Crazy finals work. Seriously crazy.I managed to get an extension on my Middle English essay though (why do we do this to ourselves? Take a course in a language WE CAN'T READ. I will never understand. Perhaps I like challenging myself), so maybe I will survive... 

I also updated the essay site, because--
(we should share ideas, and I believe academia only becomes 'fertile' when ideas are circulated)

I'm sure I'm missing a dozen things. While for the record I"m going to Florence next month on this, so not all is bad. I'm terribly excited but the excitement will wait till I survive the week.

I will leave you with a quote by Benjamin on Evacuation and Memory from that same site... (i.e what I will be doing this summer! drawing in pretentiously expensive moleskins and walking arcades contemplating the poetics of space. woohoo)

"Language has unmistakably made plain that memory is not an instrument for exploring the past, but rather a medium. It is the medium of that which is experienced, just as the earth is the medium in which ancient cities lie buried. He who seeks to approach his own buried past must conduct himself like a man digging. Above all, he must not be afraid to return again to the same matter; to scatter it as one scatters earth, too turn it over as one turns over soil. For the “matter itself” is no more than the strata which yield their long-sought secrets only to the most meticulous investigator. That is to say, they yield those images that, severed from all earlier associations, reside as treasures in the sober rooms of our later insights—like torsos in a collector’s gallery. It is undoubtedly useful to plan excavations methodically. Yet not less indispensable is the cautious probing of the spade in the dark loam. And the man who merely makes an inventory of his findings, while failing to establish the exact location of where in today’s ground the ancient treasures have been stored up, cheats himself of the richest prize. In this sense, for authentic memories, it is far less important that the investigator report on them than he marks, quite precisely, the site where he gained possession of them. Epic and rhapsodic in the strictest sense, genuine memory must therefore yield an image of the person who remembers, in the same way a good archeological report not only informs us about the strata from which its findings originate, but also give an account of the strata which first had to be broken through."

Oh, and I'm in love with Margaret Atwood's Massey lecture series on debt which you must listen to.


... hmm, why do I feel like I'm forgetting to mention a dozen things? Perhaps it will come back. Perhaps the reason why I keep a blog is to plug in the holes in my memory/ lessen possible damage (esp. abundantly in finals week, in particular around Practical Everyday Things or even Art Things)

... oh right I have 2 exams on my birthday. a whopping 2-9pm with an hour's break for dinner! I thought that was epic. 

... what a disparaging sense of humour, I know. Okay back to studying!)

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