Collage: In Every Dream Home / The communist and art

RTomens, 2020

 ...but what to do there? In every dream home, a lockdown...

You know those days...when you can't be bothered with anything? You just don't know what to do with yourself? Those days...

The other day I had a 'What day is it?' moment that last for at least 20secs therefore, really wasn't a moment, but a worrying spell of time lost. 

"We should buy a calendar," I say to LJ.

"What's the point? Every day's the same!"

She's right.

Had a conversation with a self-named 'communist' the other day in Kentish Town near the coffee stall. He was talking to an artist I know, saying how much he'd love to be an artist..."The grass is always greener," I say. The other guy goes off and leaves me with the communist and we end up having a good debate/discussion about Politics, The World and Everything.  What's the point in wanting to be an artist? You just be one, don't you? He got carried away with the idea, as he told me, of painting...you know, how some people do, as if painting is what being an artist means. I didn't tell him I made art. My art isn't Proper Art and he wouldn't appreciate it or my attempt to explain why you don't have to paint to be an artist. 

Besides, art's been annoying me today, the way it does sometimes. It's like I'm in lockdown with art and getting tetchy with it...like "Go away!' 'Give me some space!'. trouble is, only I can make it go away and if it did I'd be even more bored and frustrated.