03:12AM
June 20, 2008
i spent my first evening of holidays with few of my favourite people and it was really lovely. now they’ve all just left i am reflecting/refreshing myself at this fresh hour of the day.
it’s such a human thing.
last weekend i occasionally felt the devil of temptation but i socialised with my books instead of going out; i just craved the freedom of my friends that had no exams. but, as this week came close to an end i started feeling something different;
screw going out shit. i just want to spend days at home or somewhere where i’ll only do some form of artistic activity from AM till PM then again till AM. i think i will feel deeply good in some way then, and that is what i crave now. i’m going to waste less time hanging around and about engaging in pointless converstaions with half dozen of directionless people.
it feels good that now i can wake up and think ‘what do i want to do today?’ and not ‘what do i need to do today?’ for a change.
me and my man
June 11, 2008
my art is me, everything i am and it’s everything i’m not. it’s my weakness and my strengths, my self-confidence and -esteem, my past, present and most definitely my future. my art is where i’m going, where i’ve been, places i shouldn’t have been, gone and shouldn’t go. it’s everything and just a piece. it’s my inspiration, my generation and it’s never finished; always a work in progress. it’s everything i’ve ever seen, heard, touched, smelled, sensed and believed, and my worst fears and all my hopes at the same time. it’s the beginning of the beginning and the end of an era, and so much more than a phase. it’s my art, and describing it is describing me.
48 hour underground
May 22, 2008
On Monday 26rd May, 00:00
I will go underground for 48 hours, during which:
I will disconnect from my social network.
I will appear in disguise when in public.
I will not use my credit cards, make phone calls or send emails.
I will engage in unspecified anarchist activities.
I will repeat this 48-hour scenario every year for the rest of my life, and I will try to write a book about it before I die. I thank the existence of Aleksandra Mir.
