Posts Tagged ‘edinburgh’

finland and back again

In Uncategorized on September 7, 2015 at 8:00 pm

It’s been a semi-busy…five months (!!) including: dissertation research, Finland, a birthday on an island full of Moomins, Denmark, waiting hours in Copenhagen airport, going to one thing during the Fringe (yeah I’m awful) and working. And avoiding blogging apparently. Nah, I’ve not felt like writing much. So pictures galore. Licquorice ice cream exists and it’s glorious.







I got some really beautiful cotton yarn in Finland (above), it’s quite wide, but thin. Like t-shirt yarn…but proper. And I got a load of Texere yarn for £2 in a charity shop the other week, so so pleased about that. Waiting on some linen and shiny yarn to be delivered. Growing flax did not go well. At all. The building site…grew. A lot.

Dissertation wise I’m going for ‘threads that talk: textiles as communicaiton’. It’s taken me five months to get a title… Ugh. Weaving wise I haven’t done a whole lot, I figured out the doubleweave that makes doublewidth fabric, and I’m slowly working on altering my pattersn to fit into that pattern. If that makes any sense. It’s complicated. I’ll draw a diagram or something at some point. I’m working up to doing the pattern that makes a FOUR PAGE BOOK (!!!), but that can’t be altered. I’ve started doing traditional/real/proper patterns and collecting the data from making them to make something new. (I’m thinking ahead here, for if I get project space/crit in the first few weeks), so they’d be shown together. Slowly working on a group publication…someday. Avoiding thiinking about the fact that it is my FOURTH year here. Sigh. I’m sure there was something else, but I’m mush from working open day (so many people, so many tours, so few questions, so much talking at blank faces).


weaving constituencies

In Edinburgh, Interesting things, Weaving on May 9, 2015 at 7:16 pm

I’m still maintaining that staying awake all of Thursday night was a good (if depressing) idea. (And I’m actually old enough to vote now, so that makes things a bit more interesting). Someone was cross-stitching the declarations as they came in…

So naturally, here’s some potential fabric. If I get bored during the week I might try it, although I don’t have all the colours… Or in fact, most of the colours. And it’s no fun without the colours.

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This is Edinburgh East (the constituency where I live, and where the art school is). Along the top/warp is total votes colour coordinated by party (it reflects back on itself). Not to scale! Although there is a lot of yellow. Maybe I should do a to scale version. Along the right/weft is percentage share of vote, again reflecting back on itself to make a prettier pattern. And the data…

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New election themed fabric…hm. Something to do though. Still waiting for books to arrive, so can’t start messing around with doubleweave yet. Yarn arrived for Em & j though, making fabric to go over the back of the fancy new sofa. It’s dates and will match (in colour and maybe a little in pattern) the print that lives above where the sofa goes. Square-y patterns are quite nice to do, and there’s a lot of small squares. The greys are actually quite different from each other in real life, the one in the middle is quite green-y grey. And the cotton on the end is two shades of pale yellow, not bleached out nothingness.


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In other excitement, the tulips I planted did survive (and are currently livening up the kitchen) and my Lupin seedlings are starting to appear too… It’s even more overgrown than when I moved in, but hey. Flowers! I threw a cornflower seed bomb in last week, and the forget-me-not one I threw in September seems to have worked, waiting for the flowers to open up. A lot of crap gets blown in from the building site next door, and it isn’t exactly peaceful. Maybe they’ll be done before I move out.


Freedom… But not really.

In Edinburgh, Edinburgh College of Art on May 5, 2015 at 2:51 pm

We’re done for the year. That’s very, very scary.

Much has happened. I’ve shown work (in two places simultaneously…), almost caused serious injury weaving a lot in very little time and I don’t know what else.

I finished the work for Stanley Mills the day before, it had to be cut short because I ran out of cotton and time and it was very painful by the end. But it’s about 18 metres long, 2.5″ wide and wove in and out of pillars on the weaving floor. I’m pretty happy really – it looks how I imagined, it supported itself (so I didn’t have to interfere with the fabric of the building – thanks gravity) and it’s not at all separate from the rest of what I’m working on (last time, for Cultybraggan, what I made was so distant from everything else it was awful).



It now looks like this. If it was comfy I’d use it as a cushion, but it’s pretty dense cotton. So it’s just a thing on the bookshelf of things.


The other thing was for the first interdisciplinary ECA 3rd year show (bit of a mouthful), in the same place where we had our end of first year interdisciplinary show. Loops and loops.

Fabric from the Dryad loom (I couldn’t save it to continue weaving) and text. I even titled it (rare I know) – Loom of Destiny because I have a terrible sense of humour. I’m going to be a crazy weaving spinster with a lot of cats, and eventually someone will have to cut my last bit of weaving from my loom.


Theoretically I’m free until September now. Realistically there’s a lot to do. I’ve taken over the living room as a studio (there’s a loom permanently out and three more in the cupboards), it’s quite nice really. Much cosier than the actual studios and I get to look out at trees. I’m catching up on patterns i didn’t get a chance to weave and (once some books arrive) I’m going to attempt to master doubleweave. Which is pretty much two bits of fabric at once. From what I can figure out without having read the books… you can do much more 3D things, and it’s apparently possible to weave something double the width of the loom. Which would be REALLY useful – that’d be about 30″ wide! Assuming that a) I can  understand how to do it and b) somehow translate that into my own patterns. We’ll see.

This is the last thing I did, it’s only small but it’s the most complicated pattern. There’s no repeats in the warp and each weft repeat is 111 threads. So this is one repeat, which with the wool I was using is about 28x13cm.

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The numbers are from when I was weaving the pieces for Stanley, every 10cm I’d write down the length and time. So this is all the data from weaving from 6m piece of fabric. And then when I do a full length bit of this (a couple of metres) I can take the measurements and times from that and make something else and something else and something else… In fact if I can’t figure out how to get doubleweave to work with my patterns, I can do the same thing with that. Weave a beautiful bit of ‘traditional’ fabric and then do the data from the bit of fabric and have them together.


Post its of data.


One repeat.



I got distracted from the ‘everything else I’m meant to be doing’ part. I’ve sorted started dissertation research already, might as well use the next four months… I think I’ve decided to go for the longer, extra credit option (when I get it right, my essay grades are more reliable than studio grades and if I’m planning on applying for the MPhil course – more later – a longer thing will be more useful). I’m going to have to go through my essay from last semester (the object biography that went well) and pick some things from there, but I think it’ll be thread related. I’m looking for a very, very, very small ‘gap in existing’ knowledge that I can dig out. Also applying for things, I sent off an application for Selected 2015 this morning (I’ll be amazed if that ends well, but worth a shot).

I…think I’m going to apply for the art MPhil, to start either the September or January after I graduate. (No, not entirely because I don’t know what I want to do with my life…). In some ways it’s the best time to do it (because I’m here, I’d still have somewhere to live, if I find a nice little gap in my dissertation I can go wild with that), and in some ways not – I’d be going straight from undergrad to postgrad with four months gap in between (hence maybe January). We’ll see how that goes anyway. All the funding application deadlines are early next year, so I’ll have to have applied by the end of December at the latest to be able to apply for those. Advantage of having four months semi-freedom, I can start preparing now… (I’m not kidding, the application guidance notes are printed and stuck to the fridge). So that’s that. Lots of researching to do.

We found time to see some art though… Where Language Ends was really, really, really beautiful.




I am still alive…

In Edinburgh on October 3, 2014 at 3:45 pm

Yes, yes. It’s been a little while. Stuff happened and somehow I don’t have any time left to sit down and write anything. But here we are. Only, what? Four, five months? So. Ehm. We’ll just fill some space with unimportant things. I almost moved down the road, did an about turn and moved somewhere else entirely with someone else entirely. Happiness ensued. But there we go. We have a garden. Next door have the most amazing door handle. The paint is peeling off our doorframe in a very satisfying way. IMG_1161 IMG_1358 IMG_1159 IMG_1124   Also TARDIS bedding, because why not. IMG_1157 I’ve officially become a third year (aaaaggggghhhhhhhh). New studio space. I started walking a lovely greyhound. I survived the festival (and went to a grand total of two things at the book festival). I got older (no longer a teenager). We went to Glasgow and were sad outside GSA. I submitted work into two exhibitions over the summer (The Dark. Outside. and A Letter In Mind). I went to see Neil Gaiman in July and it was AMAZING. IMG_1468 Now that’s all the important things out of the way I’ll go try and write something work related…


In Books, Edinburgh on June 19, 2014 at 3:40 pm

Again… mostly pictures. (It’s hot, I don’t like hot. I start melting).

I went back to where I walked north last year, except I didn’t walk this year (it was raining and horrid at the start of June). It was pretty much how I remembered it, which I wasn’t expecting for some reason. I sat on the wall and finished a book (The Falling Sky). No real reason I went back, other than I’d just finished The Old Man & the Sea and missed the sea. Good a reason as any I suppose.









did get back into the studio – last week or the week before. It’s odd that there’s no people (everywhere is so quiet), but nice. Desk made it back too, so I’m pretty much set until September when I’ll have to move to a different studio. But that’s okay. I was getting a bit stir crazy only being at home or in the shop, so it’s good to have a third place to wander to (and on my way in I could dog leg via a bookshop, which isn’t often because otherwise my bank account would be empty as an empty thing). Not that I’m actually doing much in the studio.

I started drawing colouring pages, based on diagrams from mathematical proofs. Well, one in particular so far. I was reading Sciencia. as you do, it’s basically GCSE/A level Maths, Chemistry, Biology and Physics squished into one book with a pretty cover. I’m not entirely sure why I bought it, probably something about patterns (oh yes, it’s from the same series as the book on harmongraphs I was reading). Anyway. The proof for he formula that says for polyhedrons faces (F) + vertices (V) – edges (E) = 2 is a series of lovely little cubes full of dots and lines that gradually get smaller and smaller.

(Ignore the fourth one on the top row, I forgot I was supposed to be removing lines).



I love graph paper far too much. Ehm. They make great colouring in pages anyway, I’ll probably do more soon-ish. I was going to say tomorrow, but we’re off to see the GSA show tomorrow. So probably not. Anyway, pretty patterns from pretty diagrams.







Also… I got a tent for the studio. Again, it seemed like a really great idea at one point. But then I sat in it and realised how insanely hot it is. Apart from that… I have somewhere to hide (there’s too much open space in here!) and it’s colourful and squares. Maybe I’ll keep it all year and not just for the summer. If the squares were squint it’d be perfect.



I’ve forgotten what else I was meant to be doing. Oh, Otto! So cute.



I left for five days and the teeny pepper I’d left growing on my windowsill became something actually resembling a pepper. And there’s more flowers! Maybe by August there’ll be peppers I can eat… It should be happy in the kitchen in the new flat (only a few weeks til we move, can’t wait) seeing as there’s a window (we don’t currently have one of those).



I don’t know what else… I started playing Minecraft (amazing, really. I just love destroying things, very cathartic, and dying my hundreds of sheep different colours). I didn’t know hand drawing maps of individual worlds was a thing, but apparently it is. I got quite excited about maps again, maybe more maps. A map would probably help, I have to leave trails of coloured carpet everywhere so I don’t get hopelessly lost again. I’m not really doing anything other than removing a large proportion of the trees (my sheep decided it’d be a great idea to live in the trees, I disagreed), I’ll get to the point eventually.

I finished Invisible Cities and Cloud Atlas (eventually), started The Name of the Rose (finally) and Foundation. Start of July I’m seeing Neil Gaiman (aaahhh should be AMAZING), and next Tuesday tickets go on sale for all the book festival events. Fingers crossed I’ll get at least some (there’s a lot I want to go to, George R. R. Martin, Haruki Murakami, Hans Ulrich Obrist…I could go on). I just need to read The Wind Up Bird Chronicle before August…

wee small hours / wax of varying states of glass-ness

In Camp 21 - Cultybraggan, Edinburgh, Edinburgh College of Art, Interesting things, Rambling on December 2, 2013 at 11:02 pm

There’s a lot to write about. I’m not sure I’ll fit it all in, but we’ll see. I’ve not been very good at writing this year have I? Makes sense though, when you live alone there’s a lot of time for writing (and it’s less weird to stay in the study for twelve hours, or something similarly stupid, when there’s only an empty flat). I don’t know what I’m talking about, oh dear.

Friday I stayed awake all night – for the sake of art. But really I’ve probably stayed awake all night for the sake of art before, but staying awake all night in a gallery is quite bizarre. It’s impossible to sleep surrounded by art-things, especially Insomnia Drawings (there’s a weird guilt – how could you sleep when they exist because of not-sleeping?), impossible to sleep in a gallery because…they’re places where you go to feel all awake and inspired and ‘I wanna go make work now!’, or hopefully. Poetry and readings and music and I have no idea what else, I wrote and drew a lot and watched cars go by and stared at drawings and it all merged into this continuous THING. Which was great, there was whisky and tea and croissants, so what’s not to like? But it’s completely ruined my sleeping. I spent Saturday completely out of it and slightly hysterical watching films on the couch, possibly dozed off, saw it was 4 and dark and immediately assumed it was 4am and I’d slept for hours and hours. Nope. If only. Maybe I’ll sleep properly tonight. I stupidly wrote my evaluation for the last project on Saturday afternoon, it probably makes no sense but it seemed like a great idea at the time.

So some sketchbook pages. There’s a picture of me writing on the Fruitmarket page, which was a bit disconcerting to see. I write a load of nonsense in the night. They gave us a red pen and books and a pink notebook! Couldn’t contain my excitement. My seminar notebook is full of circles like that, only thing I can draw when listening to things.





So that was that.

The glass wax. In varying states of glass-ness. Started on Friday with a kinda mucky melting-pot-thing which was terrifying because I’m not exactly good with hot things that might catch fire or something awful, but it melted and I didn’t burn myself – or set fire to things. But the wax got contaminated from the murkiness of it all, and it’s very hard to not get air bubbles in. Glass wax sets amazingly quickly – even when it’s fairly thick it doesn’t take long. So as soon as it comes off/out of the heat it starts solidifying, which makes pouring/ladling…hard.

It’s quite hard to describe because I’ve never seen anything like it. The only wax I’ve used before is for batik and that’s just hot and wax-y. But this stuff is strange. It melts a 115C, but pours at 120-140C, there doesn’t appear to be any useful information on it beyond that anywhere. It’s used in films and whatever as glass to be broken, it shatters easily, very brittle. Even when it’s melted it’s possible to handle (obviously not in the pot, but once it’s been taken out), it can be shaped around things before it sets, squished about. Before it melts fully you can pull a blob out and make beautiful thin threads with it, kind of like dental floss or icicles. It dries clear – when uncontaminated – and smooth and shiny, it sticks to everything. It’s pretty nice really, albeit difficult to work with in some ways.

Anyway. That happened. Some murky wax coated/set/cast/embedded objects. I was meant to be doing cubes of them, but they came out too perfect. Apart from the imperfection of the colour/air bubbles, but y’know. So I was dipping things straight in instead, and using the threads of it.

In it’s magic-crystal-esque normal state


Objects waiting to be waxed. They’re and odd combination of things – things I don’t like, things I love, things found and things bought, things I’d like to get rid of and things I’m entirely indifferent about. And some things that I’d expect to feel something about but don’t. None of that made sense did it?


Objects in cube moulds



A very waxy spoon.



I got annoyed with a cube and tried to see if I could get the objects out (I could), it was amazing to smash up. Seeing as it’s special effects stuff it crunches/breaks in a very satisfying way and without much effort. I keep breaking/throwing things…



The hotter the wax the thinner the thread you can pull from it, and as long as it stays warm you can manipulated it however. Which is how I managed to get it into the jar. The other bit is a piece of glass that was wrapped once the wax was cooling, so it’s thicker and less move-able, so it breaks off incredibly easily. But I kind of like the fragility of them, I’ve broken so many of them. Really beautiful things have been destroyed by putting it down onto the desk or something.




And then I started gluing stuff, ‘cos why not. And suspending things in water and sticking teeth in jars. Again, why not? I love those types of jars, they’re great. The sand is sand I picked up when I walked north in April. The shell is from a beach in Berwick somewhere. I like sticking everything together, they were kept quite separate in my room. But in the list form and as wax-things everything is just there and it doesn’t matter so much anymore. It’s nice.




I bought a wax melting thing on Friday, came on Saturday, so I was using that today. It has a temperature control (but no temperatures, just numbers…it goes to 135C so you can kind of guess though), it’s shallower but having less sides means I can’t burn myself all the way up my arm. It works anyway, I was using that today and the glass came out clear and lovely. I didn’t pour anything, I’m guessing that to not have the air bubbles you’d have to pour like you would with resin (so tip the whole pot from a few cms above the mould and at an angle I think, I don’t know might have made that up, I read something about some special pouring technique with resin). But the things I want to pour into now are quite small, bottles and tins and what have you. So it’s easier to grab it and stick it in by hand/bradle/ladle/stick. I’m kinda happy anyway, although it’s the sort of happy where it’s ‘I’m starting to get fed up with working on this, I just want to play with wax and make thread but I can’t exhibit bits of shit thread I’ve made because they’re impossible to keep whole’. But there we go.















I don’t know what I’m doing with them, or why anymore. They’re objects that stand out for some reason, and I’m either protecting and preserving them or making them completely useless. Or just playing with them. All of the above. I…I just want to handle them I think, to ‘know’ them all again. Because I decided to keep them for a reason, but keeping them for so long I don’t know why anymore. I’m talking crap again. I’ll sleep soon, promise. Not knowing is good and all that, but hard to justify for actually talking about what you’ve done…

But that’s those. I bought a spice rack for them last week, I’ve been keeping objects on it in the studio and rearranging things on it as I make them. Nice to have around. I’m backing it with graph paper at the moment.









Ehm what else. There was a castle trip this afternoon for Cultybraggan stuff (a free castle trip, might I add). Which was good, I hadn’t been before. But kinda just wanted to be in the studio so didn’t stay overly long, some interesting bits and pieces (weird uniforms, nice posters, good quotes) but I’m not really a huge military kinda person so hard to stay overly interested in killing people and guns and whatever else. Some bits I’ll probably end up using, not quite sure where that work is going. Maybe I’ll write about that tomorrow, got caught up ins ewing things the other day and morse code and survival. Bit strange. Good views up that castle though… you can see our studio.






I think that’s everything, oh dear this is long. There’s another out of site project thing, but I think doing two is probably too many, and it’s Wed-Fri, I have exhibition set up on Thursday and I’m in the shop Friday. It’s all mapping and everything exciting like that, so annoying. Hm. Mid-session review a week on Thursday, no idea how I’ll show things for that but it can’t go any worse than the last one, and exhibition on Thursday… Stuff to do. Fake bacon to think about eating.

‘oscillate between extraordinary […] and the ordinary’

In Edinburgh, Interesting things, Rambling on November 16, 2013 at 9:07 pm

Mark Dion talk was really lovely, it fitted so well with what I’m doing at the moment which is perhaps the main reason. (But still, can we just take a moment to go ‘ahh I was in the same room as Mark Dion’? Yeah, okay). Quotes and snippets then some rambling.

Pre-talk overheard things:

  • ‘If you go to Saint Margaret’s you have to go somewhere else as well’
  • ‘That’s where Andy had his exhibition…’
  • ‘He’s not doing it the way I thought he would.’
  • ‘absolutely compulsive’
  • ‘like a magpie, you know.’
  • ‘if I was younger and had the money…’
  • ‘disgraceful to be honest’
  • ‘not very on top of things’
  • ‘you’re coming on your own aren’t you? You’re gonna have some fun…’
  • ‘it’s cheap as chips’
  • ‘these places all over the place’
  • ‘German efficiency’
  • ‘hotel with no drawers’
  • ‘all we did on Friday was fill out a bloody form.’
  • ‘are you on the list?’
  • ‘there’s going to be several spouses wandering round on their own.’
  • ‘it’s all rubbish’

And snippets… So much niceness. Perhaps because it all got written in my super nice Moleskine sketchbook that’s only saved for special occasions but I got all excited and wanted to make stuff again. Which is good! (But instead of making stuff I’m sat here writing about wanting to make stuff, which isn’t quite as good, but needs to be done).

  • ‘promote the exchange of knowledge and ideas’
  • ‘our relationship with nature is always mediated by language and culture’
  • ‘plays the role of the naturalist’
  • ‘knowledge and poetry are not in conflict’
  • ‘the cradle of science’
  • ‘the death rattle of the magic tradition’
  • ‘world in a box’
  • ‘objects radiate out’
  • ‘a lot of crawling through attics’
  • ‘things that hadn’t been seen as having value or worth collecting, but someone hadn’t thrown them away…’
  • ‘this museum makes the National Museum here look like a Tesco’
  • ‘a floating laboratory’
  • ‘a temple to the sea’
  • ‘the best art and science had to offer’
  • ‘absurdly wealthy people’
  • ‘a museum of a museum’
  • ‘my obsession is always “how do you turn a museum inside out?”‘
  • ‘very focused on a cellular and molecular level’
  • ‘finding things the university didn’t know they had’
  • ‘as soon as you discover them they become impossibly valuable’
  • ‘200 years of sometimes misery…’
  • ‘an intelligent interrogation’
  • ‘simple, but agile…’
  • ‘objects that are like those objects but not those objects’
  • ‘things that bear enormous weight’
  • ‘all we have is the description “red stick”‘
  • ‘oscillate between the extraordinary […] and the ordinary’
  • ‘quite close, quite intimate, with a number of the objects’
  • ‘gains knowledge through an encounter with a thing’

Rambling, ehm. I think I have some vague idea for what to show for the exhibition thing we’re actually going to plan this time. Which is strange, because I think it’ll actually look like an art-thing instead of a thing. It involves going to get a plinth and perspex box made up, but I should be able to do that this week and it’ll be done in time (I mean, it’s three weeks away or so…surely that’s enough time?) and then a couple of small perspex boxes too. I want to try setting stuff in resin – I’ve found all the stuff I’d need on ebay – so it’s visible but inaccessible and the things I’d set would mostly likely be crap to start with. So things I’d throw away would become something I can’t throw away because it’s an art-thing, it’s an endless cycle of not throwing anything away… I might set more important things, things I don’t want to throw away, too just to see what that’d be like. It sounds like so much fun though, because you can set different layers of resin in one mould and get loads of stuff suspended…ooh fun. I think I’ll order that tomorrow. Hm.

I did a little drawing of a plinth. Just in case you don’t know what a plinth looks like. I’ve got a bit obsessed with boxes too, so I want to make some boxes out of stuff.



Embracing the crazy-collector-lady-ness of it all and going for as museum-y a display case as possible. I don’t know if it’ll be things/objects in it or things set in resin or lists or drawings, but I think boxing it in is kinda important.

I’m sat surrounded by empty boxes and some full boxes and boxes of things that need to be listed and it’s weird. It’s change but not change – although I had to make it change, so I moved my desk so there was some purpose to clearing it (I can now look out of the window as I work and it’s a lot better). It’s a weird time to pack everything up – not only because we don’t move out until the summer, but because the fourth flatmate is having to move out at the start of December and we’ve gotten a new one coming in, so there’s going to be a flurry of packing and moving and I’ll have packed my room up for no logical reason. A bit weird. Maybe it’s the trauma of moving all over again…heh. It’s quite nice having empty shelves though.

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep things in boxes. Although I found a box this afternoon that I hadn’t unpacked at all because it was just useless things, and having not seen that box since June/July it was lovely to sit down and look at everything. The trouble is I didn’t throw anything out when I was packing then because it was all a bit ‘must keep everything, must not leave anything behind’ and now I can’t get rid of the piece of pasta shaped like a bike or useless bank things on bits of plastic because I’ve just found it again. So I probably won’t get rid of anything if I unpack again in a few months. But then maybe I will, because I’ll have lived without it for that long when it’s right next to me, just hidden.

I really don’t think I’ll get rid of any books. They’re too beautiful. Who knows. I think that’ll do for now.


So so brain dead

In Edinburgh, Rambling on September 2, 2013 at 11:10 pm

I can’t even think of titles anymore.

Or words.

I’m sat in a shiny new-to-us flat (only shiny since we had a bit of a cleaning moment), we’re internet-less until we ring up tomorrow and arrange for that to happen. Tomorrow is the day of sorting things I think. I only have a very small box left to unpack – which appears to be largely gouache for some unknown reason – and a bag, so it’s not too bad. Everything is in it’s new place, and for the first time I can see almost all the books I have up here in one place. Which is…uhh. There’s a lot. I’ll get a photo of that tomorrow, it’s almost a library. Who knows what’ll happen to it if I go do go on exchange.

But voila. A semi unpacked room. Which I’m sure you’re all desperate to see. I ended up with the big room. So I have a sofa and a whisky shelf. That’s right, a whisky shelf. Okay, it doubles as a camera shelf. But well. Close enough.







We have a bath, I cannot explain my joy at that. Once it’s been scrubbed a bit anyway. A bath!

I was going to go on a bit about some slightly newer things I did for the salon, but I want to sleep. It’s not quite sunk in that I’m back in Edinburgh (even though we had to walk all the way across town to go pick up keys), so it’s a little bit weird still. Ah well, I’ve got a basil plant to go look after.

topics in psychiatry (and other things)

In Books, Days, Edinburgh, Edinburgh College of Art on June 3, 2013 at 5:21 pm

Suddenly a lot to write about. Go chronologically. I braved the meadows festival, because it was free and I like free things. Actually alright, nice book stall (and the amusement of ska with Scottish accents, I shouldn’t laugh…but ‘turn the skank up to eleven’ sounds pretty great in a strong accent), I stupidly bought more books (no space for them!). One because it’s got really nice botanical illustrations and very longwinded definitions/descriptions, one because the cover was a really nice blue and one because someone had shoved a load of notes and an envelope in it (the stamp is from 1961). Back to that in a sec. Nice flowers first.



Saturday was also drawing day, so voila. Yesterday was cancer survivors day (…I was jabbed against cervical cancer?) and rocky road day (couldn’t find any of that, I had other ice cream instead…) and today is repeat day. I’m all for repeating eating ice cream.



Em & Melanie (hello) came up to see degree show and stuffs – found a bookshop I hadn’t found yet yesterday (with vegan flapjack) and another pub (nearer to new flat). Show was nice, some nice things dotted about, never quite realised how many studios there are in that building (an infinite amount). Nice intermedia-y things (bonus points for having a catalogue thing, minus for lacking labels to actually use the catalogue) and ehm…fun sculpture things, got covered in confetti. In fact confetti got everywhere. And blue trees. Nice photography things, lovely drawings in jewellery, nice text things and one really nice series of paintings. Kinda can’t remember what I’ve seen though. And – for some reason I thought it’d be fun, maybe it will be – I’m off to this in a sec. Also a copy of The Glasshouse Request (with magnifying lens)



I was gonna add in the Topics In Psychiatry stuff but kinda running out of time, later this evening maybe. Just finished scanning everything in, writing is so hard to read! Good quotes in some of it though.

And this, even if grades for the whole year came out the other day. Got essay grades too, kinda…ehm yeah. Skip to the end. Coulda been a lot worse and not like I was expecting much for it. So not too bad really. I finally managed to get a grade right for the assessment stuff though…that’s gotta mean something, maybe gaining another A makes up for the backwardness of prof prac (= talking = I don’t like talking).

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an influx of anthropology

In Edinburgh, Interesting things on May 29, 2013 at 6:37 pm

I’ve almost-definitely been persuaded into going to Factish Field in June (all the talks and stuff sound lovely, the workshops…not so much, but who knows). And when in doubt what do you do? Go to the library, yes…hence the sudden influx of anthropology books. And the realisation that anthropology and intermedia are really really similar (alright, it was slightly pointed out, but didn’t register straight away, that’s not the point). Which is nice. I’ve abandoned all other books in favour of these ones. Even meant going to a different bit of the main library (shock horror). More tangents to go off on though, which is always good.

Consisting of a series of in conversation events, talks, workshop sessions, fieldwork, artists’ presentations and film screenings, the Summer School is a unique opportunity to be part of a small, dynamic group with unparalleled access to leading artists and thinkers in these fields.

Factish Field takes as its starting point the French anthropologist Bruno Latour’s concept of the ‘factish’, a combination of fact and fetish as a way of thinking about the relationship between facts and beliefs. Latour argues that there are no facts separable from their fabrication and suggests that fetishes, objects invested with mythical powers, are fabricated, and that “facts” are not.

Throughout the week, both artists and anthropologists will be paired for a series of in conversation events, and workshops will subsequently be developed in which the group will consider some of the ‘big’ questions surrounding both anthropological and art practice, and where they intersect. Topics include:

Context – where does it play out? In the field, studio, gallery, academia?

Fieldwork – how can artists and anthropologists share research methodologies?

Making – where are the links between theory and practice?

Public – who is the audience? And how is it distributed?

Ethics – who makes the rules and how are they imposed or regulated? Is it important that they are?

Nothing else really, except drawing whilst waiting for a tumble dryer to become free. I timed it very badly, and waited absolutely ages for one (not helped by the fact that someone decided to tumble dry their stuff twice – really?! almost two hours to dry stuff?!).






Been a bit quiet for interesting story things from the shop, so only a few.

Manager-guy leaves to look at a shop on Leith Walk (might have to move), rings up half an hour later.

“…is there some fish in the kitchen? Trout.”

“Ehm I’ll go look.”

It’d been left behind. There was a freezer bag of two or three trout (not like I looked very carefully) sat on a chair in the hall. The freezer door was left open. I have to put it in the freezer, which involves putting the bag in on its side, so I have to support dead fish with one hand. Eugh, not nice.


The till was running out of coppers, I ask someone to use up as many of theirs as they want. They’re surprised, and seem to think I’m being sarcastic. I wasn’t. He was quite pleased though.


Someone buys a painting. He hasn’t been to Edinburgh for years, he did a PhD in Geography here I-don’t-know-how-long-ago. He asks what I do. He tells me all the galleries they went to this morning.

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