now the dissertation has been handed over it feels a bit strange. it has been with me since the summer, following me around, nagging me gently, requiring attention every-now-and-then. now its gone. i miss it. a bit.
slowly starting to think about the actual degree show now. what is it supposed to be? the next piece of work? an extra special one? although it is v.different to showing in a convenor or gallery setting, it has to sit within the work of a hundred others, and hopefully not drown. in the end it is a piece of work that has to be marked, it is a university course after all. but it is easy to forget that most of the time, most of the time it feels like a great opportunity to 'make' and 'talk', the box ticking does not matter so much. to me.
