Thursday, May 29, 2008

critisism

You remember the friend who didn’t read books anymore and then wanted to go writing in Andalucia? This is also the same friend who judged me to be a wallower in my own sorrow. And who i in return judged to be a not so very worthwhile friend.

She has started her own weblog.
The idea of writing didn’t work out at first, because she became pregnant from her lover, who is 25 years older then her and married to someone else. Now, 1 year later, alone with a baby boy, she decides to become a writer again, this time by putting the whole story of her relationship with this man in full detail on the web. There’s a lot of big words in there, like “destiny” and “passion”, so it must be serious! There is - i must add - also a LOT of wallowing in your own sorrow in there and a complete lack of self critisism or humour.

And i am wondering how we ever became friends. (we met in high school, i guess this explains a lot) Because in my experience anyone who uses words like destiny and especially “passion” in a normal sentence, without bursting out in laughter afterwards, is probably not the most interesting person.

 

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

a full time job and more

What have i gotten myself into? Working part time three days a week, being at the gallery on saturdays and sundays and doing all the organizing in between.
There is no time left to sit and think about things, so i am just going with the flow on this one. Feels ok. Although most mondays i sleep almost one full day to recover. I hope i can keep this up…
Organizing the second exhibition now, with work from a childrensbook illustrator. And last sunday i talked to an artist for the next exhibition. Might be a bit out of my depth on this one, illustrators and comic book artists, that’s a world i know, but this last one is from a whole different kind of art scene. But i saw some of his drawings and they looked really good, so i am taking the risk.
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