Had the weirdest, most surreal day today which should have been intensely enjoyable but was just kind of... strange. I imagine this is how someone with an independant income, rich or famous person or similar, may pass their time; although I'm pretty sure they would skip the £3 day bus ticket and spend far less time agonising about everything. First up, went to the hairdresser after a four month gap and literally days of agonising over the unneccessary spendage involved when I could really just leave it alone and not care. Problem is, I do care and attach importance to looking presentable and not mad as much as humanly possible; my nature often calls me to the dark side and I feel resistance should be attempted until I am at least sixty. The hair tidying process took over two hours, horifically, in which time I managed two magazines, two cups of tea and much pain over the eventual cost. At the end of the day it was worth it however; I feel positively spring-stepped for the lost weight of untended hair and am positive I look years younger thanks to the lightening process. Result..
Then to the shopping bit, in which I had to throw away all of my learnt inhibitions and actually splash out on a few items of necessity (Body Shop things as I had a voucher to use up that gave me discount so it had to be worth it...) some things of non-necessity (shoes and make-up) and some business things (upholstery fabrics). Also stopped by the Bureau de Change to obtain some Euros for Amsterdam next week; still haven't even vaguely got my head around the idea that we are about to go on holiday, give up work and start a business, but I'm sure I will soon...
Now comes the creative accounting. I was going to get £250 in Euros, but I had spent £30 on shoes (bargain!!) so decided to limit myself to £200, thus making an actual saving of £20. Beat that; holiday money and shoes with a saving to boot. Not sure how Stu will view these figures however, I will just have to blind him with sums and new goods until he forgets the bit about shoes.
All of this primping, travelling and shopping took up most of the day - and I did't even stop for a coffee, or lunch, or even a sandwich. In fact I was so hungry from surviving on tea and adrenalin when I got home that I had to raid the Digestive biscuits that had been sustaining me in my gallery sitting all week. Healthy stuff this celebrity lifestyle, no wonder they all go off the rails.
The painting at the top is the one I finished yesterday after a full on painting marathon at the gallery over the weekend; this has so many ideas all jostling in it, some of which I hope to move onto paintings of their own. The events in Japan were merging in my mind with a general feeling of sadness at the ease with which 'things' are swept away in both directions; man's disregard of nature and ease with its destruction and nature's awesome might sweeping aside humanity with a shrug. Retaliation? A restless earth? 'The Planters' are involved in the creation of the 'Joy Garden'; my eutopian fantasy Eden creation where all the hippy happy ideals of lions and lambs lying together are realised. In planting, however, they are aware of the futility of their task and the likelihood of their creation being destroyed either by the power of nature itself or by the hands of man. It has something to do with the Canute-ism of my cherry tree roof and something to do with the frailty of life...
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