I love to collect words, phrases, sayings, lines, quotes, conversations.

This morning,
I woke up wanting to share the beauty of the world with you.

The sun beamed through my window,
Warming my skin,
Gently waking me to this new day.

The song of birds eased me into the morning.

I opened the window and breathed in the spring.
I felt the fresh air circulate around my body.
Leaving me feeling new.

The world feels beautiful today.
The only thing missing was someone to share this with.
The only thing missing was you.

Time moves on,
People pass you by,
Things are forgiven
And in time forgotten.

What seems important now,
Will mean nothing then.

I can see them.
They could see me too…
…if they looked up.

But no one ever does when they are down there.
I’m in my own little world,
- Sound blocked out.
-they too are in theirs.

Yawning,
Looking around to check no one saw.
He thinks no one did,
- But I saw him
He’ll never know
- None of them will.

I wouldn’t feel comfortable if I knew,
- own time to think,
To reflect,

- No one else should disturb that.

I keep ignoring you-

-I'm sorry.

Sometimes you just seem like too much effort.

This sound –
I keep getting lost in it.
Feelings following sounds –
- Copying -
Maybe it’s because of the setting.
I’ve never really been bothered about sound art before,
But sitting in the dark,
In cinema seats –
It’s different.
I am lost in my own space,
Unaware of the others around me.
I wish I was here alone,
Just me and the sound.

He says he hasn’t got very good English, but its okay. It may not be that easy to follow but that might just be because I’m not particularly interested in most of the work.

You can tell he is struggling to get his words out though.

Makes me miss French.
I wish I had kept it up.
I wish I had kept my exercise books.
I’m quite annoyed with myself for throwing them away.
Maybe that should be on my list
- To relearn French.

*I feel bad that I haven’t been listening to anything he’s been saying.*

I’m not sure how or where to start.
The first line is always the hardest.
I'm past that now.

I suppose I should really start by explaining my work and where I am up to know. I know everyone has seen my cards – I have shown them before. But I’m not sure if they know what I’m doing now.
It’s all about the text,
The writings,
The accounts,
-oh and the odd (bad) doodle.
But this is what I feel comfortable doing.

Though I’m starting to feel really nervous now,
Just thinking about it.
About having to talk…

But I must carry on and get this done, leave the nerves till later – or at least until tomorrow. There is no reason for them to be here now, in my room, on my own- or so tell myself.

Presentation of the work – that's what I’m really struggling with.
How best to present the text. I wrote down lots of ideas but I’m not sure that I’m convinced by any of them yet.

I spent hours in the library yesterday.
Searching through books – a lot of it felt like a waste of time which was disappointing.
But I did find a page or two to treasure which I’m glad of.

I will show two Fiona Banner images.
One typed text,
One handwritten.
I have two books with slightly different images of the work I want.
I think I know which one I will use.
Eyes drawn to a word,
I read part of a line before my eyes scan
And are drawn away to another word,
A darker word.

See bad doodles -

Fragments as stand-alone pieces.
- I quite like that Idea, but then again I like a lot of ideas.
I’m just no good at making decisions. I hate them.
"Confused, bemused and I don’t know where I’m at." – That’s how Rich sums me up.

Anyway I’m getting off track.
Stephen Kaltenbach – I could talk about him.
But I’m worried I’m going to have trouble pronouncing his name which scares me. Silly, I know.
But his plaques – reminds me of all the benches and chairs I’ve been reading lately.
Small fragments of insight into someone else’s life.
Someone else’s interests and wishes.

I looked everywhere for the notes- but I can’t find them.
I’m annoyed at myself and the mess.
No wonder everything always goes missing.
I really wish I knew the name of the artist though.
Maybe one of the others will have it written down somewhere – ill ask them tomorrow…
…if I remember.

Interaction – not even sure if that’s the right word,
But it’s that thing I want in it somewhere
-that doesn’t even make sense.
I don’t make sense.

This idea – I want to do it,
But I don’t know if I will, if I can.
Scared.

I saw some daffodils this morning.
There is some hope

I like it up here
I know I’m probably not meant to stand up here

- Health and safety and all –
But I like it.

I can see out of the window
Onto the street below.
People passing by.
Mainly students.
To-ing and Fro-ing from uni.

I don’t know why,
I just had the urge to write on the brown paper,
I had only put it up to protect my work from the dust.
Actually I really wanted to draw or paint on it,
On the large brown paper,
But I can’t
I’m scared I’ll ruin it.

Running around like a headless chicken,
Busy, busy,
I feel slightly better now I’ve got some of it done.
This morning I went to the corner shop,
The sun was shining,
There was a strong wind,
But it felt nice-
Cold, but fresh.
It felt like spring was on its way at last.
I do hope it is.


*- Gemma says it’s going to snow this week (
Apparently winter is back! -*

Ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill.

I hate feeling ill.

It’s been too long, and I still feel so rough.

I think you should invent some magic pills for me,
Because the ones I have taken today have done nothing!

And I don’t mean magic pills that make a beanstalk – although that might be cool, if there is no scary giant up there.

And yes of course they would have to be pink!

New York Library

New York

Lampshades on Lamposts!!!

Empire State Building