Attended a board meeting today with an organisation that I am getting more and more frustrated with - they make me feel old and like my ideas can't fit into the scheme ofthings. I think they spend most of their time working out how to pat each others back in the 45 and overs club.

I am still making my way through Mirka Mora's book Wicked but Virtuous. Today after the meeting I went back to the apartment - Jase and KD still shopping and I hoped in bed with caramelo koloas and a book and read and doozed - lovely

Found some great quotes

" I am very insired by the image, but can only paint it when my brain has crystallised the memory into a painting, and there lies the mystry of a painting, in my case...It might take years to come or come soon. Being a painter is a little like an athlete: you must take care of the body and mind so it can function well and be clear at all times to be receptive to image that may appear freely, unexpectedly..." says mirka

Do I think in images no ... I think in ideas and what I would like to be ... what impression I want to make

Getting back to that pub crawl that I remembered in my first week of uni - who devoted their time of programming such an event. I was so bitterly disapointed. Drinking a beer from pub to pub that was sour and in dirty glasses. In dirty places and with boys who had sticky fingers and minds of an 11 year old.

I think this might be why I turned to art - every artist works hard to create an experience a perfect experience - the dirty, disapointing and traumantic journey to making the experience is hidden and the viewer is provided with pure experience they can just pass by without a thought - something like a good meal that is devored.

Jared is going back to Berlin. I think his world might be feeling so small - yet so large and unattainable.