Thursday 25 September 2025
Went to an exhibition, don’t recall the name. Reading things I don’t understand.
Sunday 5th October 2025
Reflection on the first two weeks of life at Goldsmiths:
I feel very hazy today. I’ve actually felt hazy for a long time even though I don’t always remember it like that; nothings ever made much sense, perhaps its not something to fight.
I remember writing in my journal many years ago in 2020 that I imagined myself in a box where I could see out but could not, no matter how hard I tried, to smash the glass and understand the outside world.
I do still feel like that individual, a fish in the ocean, but I’m not so lonely anymore. The spaces I inhabit, while they may be just a room in a student accommodation or just a studio with a table and a wall, are not artificial like last year. Not a business model, not an advertisement. They are places that I am happy to inhabit alone without feeling so trapped. I see leaves everyday.
Everyone’s ideas have started to become exciting rather than overwhelming and threatening. I continue to learn that collaboration is a miraculous thing.
William Kentridge: ‘Relying on things that emerge from the work itself rather than from clarity of thinking.’
My mind is permeated by words and images which I realise that I need to act on before they disperse and crumble. When you’re hesitant on an idea, it tends to break down.
The image of a sphere has overtaken the image of a cube.
Translucent, spherical objects like sea glass. Concave objects.
Teal which pulsates from the words space and time and magenta, I’m not sure where this came from.
Aquariums, swimming pools, travelators, escalators, general stairs, tightropes
listing, archiving, organising
film slides
fiction, speculative fiction
Donna Harraway, Derek Jarman, Holly Hendry
play
art performance film
the colour of pomegranates
ideas from space and time
Wednesday 8th October 2025
I seem to be balancing a ship between waves