Rainy, miserable. That means only one thing. A day indoors with a really badly made cup of coffee (a skill I need to master), the internet and my den's worth of books at my disposal.
Having watched The Boat That Rocked for the first time I have become attached to the soundtrack. One problem, I'm trying to read about Brechtian theatre and be generally productive for lectures starting. This is impossible when I get so emotionally involved in Procol Harum, Cat Stevens and Otis Redding, they make me want to lay back on my bed and contemplate life. I'm sure Brecht and the Kinks are pretty incongruous anyway. I have become worryingly attached to my earphones recently, so much so I get slightly annoyed when I'm not travelling on public transport on my own, thus meaning I can't block off the world and form a shit soundtrack to the sights of Peckham that crawl on by.
Work. After three months I have managed to set up my scanner. Impressive work Ann-Marie. It pretty much follows my daydream reverie about clouds and patterns, also the idea of forming something as a whole and creating multiple possibilities for it. Blah art talk. So below are a few things I have done, I'm not inventive enough for titles.
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