Domestic Artist

Thinking about what my conversation with B today. The taking in of something for a brief second and then being able to bring it back out in image format. Also the use of naiveity and amateurish in work. Also B does not want interaction with others whereas I do through youtube, leaving something behind for somebody else to pick up or stumble across. I guess that is what is important so its not necessary to be a precious object or have a preciousness about it. or to be professional and slick.

Need some wigs and maybe some more props and clothes to dress up. Along with makeup. Like a little girl playing. Immediate thought is Cindy Sherman. Need to lose the monotone or perhaps that is part of the mediocre.

Time to start again. But where do I go. Seen the steel, grey sky against the light gold corn with the green hedges criss-crossing. Another landscape scene to be done but left wanting. Or a domestic scene. A little itouch video of domesticity and mundaneness. Or nothing once again.

Tell me about yourself, he said? I really haven’t got much to tell; you know the normal domestic scene (I wonder if he’s even interested?) (No. I want to talk about me and all I am interested about you is a quick f.*k and then get you out of here coz I’ve got some serious sexting to do).

I didn’t think so. But I do have something to say. I have a lot to tell. However, I’ve established that you are not interested? Why would you be? What am I to you but some quick dip. I ask myself the same question – why would I be interested. Nothing. Perhaps you might be curious, interested, etc if I put it like this.

I Have Nothing to Say, youtube 6:20