Blair:Sleeping and writing, writing and sleeping

And this little portion will be from my perspective. I am probably the laziest ONO, so I have decided to sleep in lieu of making art that is difficult or challenging.

But perhaps I should give a bit of background information. Having recently moved from Regina to London, Ontario to go to grad school, I don't quite feel settled in my new home yet, or in my new student lifestyle. I feel like my critical thinking skills are a bit rusty, and my apartment is still sort of chaotic and it's easy to get distracted and have to spend ages finding something that should be RIGHT OVER THERE. And I live with two lovely boys, who always distract me with prospects of dancing or rich and tasty desserts, or other kinds of random fun, when I really should be working. So, I have a theory and criticism paper due, well, it was due today, but I had been working on it before leaving for Calgary, like, fairly diligently, but also at what could be considered 'last minute.' I don't really get started on stuff unless someone lights a fire under my ass.

And M:ST was sort of the fire under my ass--I really wanted to finish the paper before coming here. So the night before I head out, I stay up all night writing all about psychoanalytic theory and the uncanny and the perverse pleasures of collecting and yukky Mike Kelley. And that morning, I keep on writing, and about an hour before I have to catch my plane, I throw a bunch of completely random things into a suitcase and fly away to Calgary.

I experience similar problems at the B&B (see Felix's first day post) and I am in a grumpy mood because of all of the Freudian stuff and because I have eaten nothing but Sunny Mix Plane Snax all day. Oh, and a Skor bar. So I have Thanksgiving supper alone at Boston Pizza and it's sort of sad, (although Thanksgiving supper at Renato and Hollie's was lovely and friendly and fun and totally made up for the overpriced and underdelicious pizza I had the night before) and then I keep on writing on my bitchy paper.

And in the morning, the other lovely ONOs are there at the breakfast table and things are much better. And we move on over to the gallery and now we live there.

Last night, I stayed up all night and I finished writing my paper in the dark little archives room, and today I was completely sleepdrunk and incoherent, so I had to have a nap in the afternoon. And I awoke to about 20 students from NSCAD, in our space for a little tour/artist's talk. And I was all groggy and confused, which was interesting. Apparently, people did enter the space and spend time there while I was sleeping, and I didn't wake up. Sleeping puts you in a pretty vulnerable place, and I thought it was interesting, and kind of really exciting, too, that I was able to think of the gallery (pretty much public) as my bedroom (really pretty private) and allow myself to be vulnerable, possibly in front of strangers.

I even dreamt. I dreamt of a new flavour of ice cream, called 'toast-ice.' I think I'm gonna try to make it sometime. It was a good sleep.

So I think I'm going to try and nap some more.

That's all for now.

Kisses,
Blair