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My mum has found out about this weblog! I spoke to her on the phone today and she mentioned it and reminded me that the first entry included the escape clause ‘Mum, if you are reading this please stop’. Then she asked me if she could read the rest of it! I said yes. Mum, if you are reading this, someone else puts in all the sweary words.
Jul 10, 2003 at 3:26 Filed Under: Blog Comment
Shameless Self Promotion
My website is now live. I’m still working on it but if anyone is interested, you can find it at gregorwright.com. Although it looks simple its quite tricky to code so let me know if you find any bugs ; -) or glitches. And give yourself a handshake if you find the wormhole.
Jul 9, 2003 at 0:59 Filed Under: Blog Comment
Pump Up The Volume
I just answered the door to the woman downstairs. This is the third time she’s come up with the same complaint (the reason for my curt response). It went like this…
*Doorbell Rings*
I open door
Mad Woman: Turn the music down.
Me: There isn’t any music.
Mad Woman: Can you hear it?
Me: No.
Mad Woman: Where is it coming from?
Me: There isn’t any music.
Mad Woman: It’s been playing every night.
Me: We aren’t playing any music. Come in and listen if you like.
Mad Woman: I’m deaf you see. I hear things that other people don’t hear.
Me: Yes, you do.
Mad Woman: You aren’t playing any music. I do apologise. Where do you think it’s coming from?
Me: I don’t know, I can’t hear anything. Maybe the same place it was coming from last time.
Mad Woman: Pardon?
Me: Maybe from somewhere else.
Mad Woman: You’re not playing music. I wonder where its coming from? I do apologise.
I close door
Jul 9, 2003 at 0:06 Filed Under: Blog Comment
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It would appear that mistress of the uncanny and Park Attack drummer Gilfedder has started a blog. And she’s already gone bananas for it. Check it out.
Jul 8, 2003 at 0:36 Filed Under: Blog Comment
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Had a lazy day today. I was too tired to update last night when I got home. It was quite an exhausting week really. I got my space sorted out and my show installed in a few days. Then got drunk every night. And met some pretty cool people. The whole show looked pretty damn good (I’m biased but it did), and it was nice to get a catalogue (although the essay was dreadful). So today I have failed to leave the flat and have done nothing remotely productive unless you include playing Tony Hawk 2 on the Dreamcast, smoking cigarettes and checking to see if my website has gone live yet. And that’s what I’m going to continue doing for the next few hours. Tomorrow I will get up, tidy my room (no small task), sort out my worldly affairs and figure out how best to avoid imminent financial ruin. I will also try to keep this journal more regular and less boring.
Jul 7, 2003 at 23:59 Filed Under: Blog Comment
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I’m in Stansted airport again.
Jul 6, 2003 at 20:21 Filed Under: Blog Comment
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It’s Sunday night already and it’s been a fairly busy week. It went something like this.
Monday: Last minute stuff in studio – good
Tuesday: Filming Shrigley program – not bad
Wednesday: Sending work to Norwich – sort of good
Thurday: Filming again – getting annoying
Friday: Installing show at gallery – damn fine
Saturday: Installing show again – worrying (the floor paint refused to dry)
Today: Woke up feeling weird – I blame the booze
And that’s about it really. I’m off down to Norwich first thing tomorrow which should be good because I like airports. You get to hang around eating crisps and playing arcade games. I’m looking forward to getting into the space and having my work around me again.
Jun 29, 2003 at 23:08 Filed Under: Blog Comment
Flippers
Hasn’t felt like a Sunday today at all. I was in the studio getting stuff ready for this east show.
Went down to the Barras to get some materials. Pairs of flippers to be exact. But the wee man with the box of flippers is wising up because I’m sure he charged me more for them today.
Other exciting things at the world famous Barras market this Sunday: A young girl who went hysterical. Like totally fucking exploded. I thought that some random piece of machinery had chopped her hand off or a telly had fallen on her head or something. But no, her brother had jumped out at her with a scary mask on. I was looking at these old picture frames thinking, -Thank fuck I’m not hung-over or I couldn’t have handled this. She sounded like she was trying to summon demons while her dad who obviously owned the stall was going, -Fucksake man she’s cleared the whole fuckin place.
Then I saw this old guy who used to be the sort of factor for the bedsits where I used to live. He was a beadie-eyed, skeletal old bastard with white hair and dry skin like paper. He spoke in a barely audible rasp and used to try to get me to paint squirrels onto bits of wood for his nephew. I couldn’t stand the fucker. But I had to humour him on account of him being the landlord’s right hand man. And the landlord was an ex-boxer turned entrepreneur of the gangster variety (with a slight twitch). The electricity was controlled by one of those old meters and I quickly sussed how to take the front off and crank up loads of credit with a single coin and a knife. But I’d always be listening out for old Eddie snooping around or wondering if my meter was ever suspiciously low on cash. Because obviously, the landlord was not to be fucked with. And neither, apparently, was the electricity meter. During one of these routine operations I decided to investigate its inner working further. I poked a couple of interesting looking wires with the knife and received a fairly significant electric shock.
That was a few years ago now and I’ve stayed in a number of flats since then. Occasionally, in absent minded moments, old Eddie would drift back into my mind and I would think, ‘I wonder if he’s dead yet’. Apparently not it would seem.
Navigating the Barras can be a hazardous and frustrating affair. It is normal to move around at a maddeningly slow pace because the people in front of you (and there’s always a sea of people) either: a. Have a limp/walking stick/crutch/wooden leg. b. Are carrying some massively proportioned object of indefinite nature at a dangerous angle. c. Are stupefied on hard drugs. d. Any combination of the above.
Today was no different. So I bought my flippers and got outta there like I stole something.
Yesterday was a bit of a write-off due to the hangover caused by the degree show festivities the night before. Which made for a most enjoyable evening. Although it went in fast forward because I got drunk quite early.
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V Twin playing School’s Out For Summer.
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Self-important artist trying to patronise me. Trying. (Guys like that must have wee willies or something).
The highlight though was seeing my good friend Skylar again. He’s over in Los Angeles doing the MFA course at UCLA. We shared a studio at art school and we used to have a really good laugh. We hung out yesterday which was great and he told me how he had recently skinned a rattlesnake.
All in all a good weekend. Now I am going to have a bath and read a book.
Jun 22, 2003 at 22:09 Filed Under: Blog Comment
Art Stories
Bought some materials from Miller’s today. For the last six months I’ve lied about being a student in this particular branch in order to get a discount. And this one girl always asks about how my work’s going and stuff. I actually thought that she realised I was lying and just gave me a discount anyway. So today she caught me off guard by pitching a series of student questions at me… Had I got my degree show together in time? Was my space any good? Had I got my mark yet?…blah blah blah. I played along, being really vague…Yes thanks, I got everything sorted out. My space is amazing. I’m not sure when the marks are out. Then I had to feign interest in her anecdotes regarding her own degree show. Because, you see, she already graduated from Dundee last year blah blah yawn.
Since this transaction was in fact the last one eligible for my ‘student discount’ I briefly considered looking her straight in the eye and saying in a calm and sane fashion:
‘Okay, the game’s up. I am in fact no longer an art student; my degree show went fine thanks and now I have a studio where I continue to make work. I am happy to forfeit my fraudulent ten per-cent discount henceforth in the understanding that you will discontinue your dull and self-satisfied references to your status as an art graduate immediately’.
What actually happened was that she said she might look out for my work and I saved two pounds on three tubes of gouache. So kids, the moral of the story is this: Get out of art school and keep your mouth shut, whether you’re trying to impress people or rip people off.