I worried a French person yesterday. She explained, as I was standing in a random group of people, looking gormlessly into the air, 'I dont want to work with you, go work with someone else'. She did. She truly did. 'You are too socio-political' she said. I was dumb struck, taken aback, shocked. I protested but walked away, had nowhere to go so dropped out of the week's activities.
Oh yes, forgot to mention, the unelected House has made a stand against Osborne's newly developed financial strategy. Well, I like nothing better than to witness an unexpected turn of events. This is very exciting!
The RCA is like a highly efficient machine. The feeling in the place is one of creative industry. Industry, as in work. I have yet to find the lighthearted fun, I'm looking for it. I even have to let people know why if I don't turn up to workshops and lectures, it's been years since anyone cared where I was. It's an odd experience. I constantly have the feeling of being looked after like an infant. I am finding not being ignored highly novel, and just a little disturbing. This week we even got an email apologising for an optional lecture not having enough space for us all to get into, I was utterly shocked.
I remember a time when our lecturers simply raised a sardonic eyebrow at us if we spoke to them, and even better, a bit of sarcasm was thrown in if we approached them one time too many. Things have changed. Am not sure how I feel about it all.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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