elenahpowell

Drawings and some stories

In Books, Edinburgh, Interesting things on May 9, 2013 at 3:37 pm

I had a mad drawing moment the other night, found a load of pictures of the shop for the Highcross project and decided it’d be a good idea to scribble. There’s lots of straight lines, pillars and such, but I’ve never been there. Odd to have not been to the place at all, not sure I’ve ever really drawn from pictures. It’s far more fun not looking at what I’m doing (oh wow, I did learn something from those drawing classes…), may as well be intentionally wonky (read: squint, shit-awful, bad). I got books yesterday too…started them today (my new plan of ‘go sit in the eca canteen like a complete and utter loner’ is amazingly productive – at least it’s marginally more sociable than staying in my flat and reading). And voila, the sketchbook that’s really stupidly loosely stitched and goes all over the place.

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Although typically I got distracted doing other things this morning, I’ve got bits and pieces of overheard things. All jumbled up together (with no times, like normal) and no distinction between who said what. I wrote it out like it was a conversation, rather than disjointed bits and pieces. Makes no sense of course. All the best things don’t make sense I’m sure.

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It’d be interesting to see how the words change depending on place and who’s talking, today contained far less ‘beautiful’ (seriously, that one carries on and there’s a lot of beautiful). Possibly useful for the Highcross thing, not sure yet. I’ve been using it to answer questions:

How are you feeling?

SURPRISINGLY NICE.

What do you want to know?

JUST WHAT’S HAPPENING.

Any advice?

TRY AND TURN THE LIGHT ON.

Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

SORRY, NO.

And then a very long list of questions that I didn’t think of. Just the highlights though, there’s a hundred or so. Some were really quite hard to answer with the words/phrases I have (especially because I’m not altering them except for punctuation). Reading it it looks like I have some obsession with tapestry and sheds. I don’t.

What’s the oldest item you own?

THAT’S NOT TAPESTRY? THIS SHED.

What do you do when you first wake up?

TAPESTRY.

What would your obituary say?

I WAS JUST A TRAVELLER WALKING.

How would you describe standing on a beach looking at the ocean?

QUITE BEAUTIFUL ACTUALLY.

What’s your favourite outfit?

THIS SHED. VERY DESIGNER.

What’s the nicest thing someone’s done for you?

LANDSCAPE ARCHITECTURE. IT WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL.

If you could speak any language, what would it be? Why?

CHAOS. JUST TO KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING.

What food won’t you eat?

STUDENTS.

Describe the perfect party.

OVER SOON.

Your favourite type of art?

REALLY NICE SMALL THINGS.

Keeps me amused anyway. Writing other things too, volunteering (at a charity shop) was far more fun yesterday (every other time I’ve been processing clothes, like I know anything about clothes…and I’m hopeless with the tagging gun thingy). Good for people watching. I only messed the till up…a couple of times? I managed to type in £100 instead of £10 once. Not so good. I ended up with a pocketful of receipts, because I quite like them (you should see the amount of library receipts I have, ridiculous). So some true stories.

Man with glasses and beard tries on black suit jacket. Mistakes some other guy – also wearing a suit – as working here, asks how it looks. Turns out that suit-man used to sell suits, and was the right person to ask…

“You need skinnier jeans.”

He goes back into the changing room. Returns, jacket open, bag over shoulder. Suit-man has left. He looks like a teacher, which was apparently the aim.

He doesn’t own a tumble dryer.

 

Another man, baseball cap (blue), glasses. Looking for northern soul records or books about yoga/pilates. There is neither. I ask if he’s looked anywhere else, suggest the only record shop I know (and haven’t been to yet). We talk records. Someone (vaguely) related to him once bought a northern soul record for £14,000 and sold it for £27,000.

Think that’s all the excitement. Should probably head home, my battery is about to die and there’s no plugs.

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