So, I spent most of last year keeping my head down. To be honest I got scared off, felt out of my depth and hid out at the museum. This year feels different. Time’s ticking by (always is) and now I feel everything’s urgent, not a moment to lose. Have to keep moving on, making up for time that wasn’t lost (but was hidden). Turn notebooks and scrap- sketch-books into words and talk and paper. Have to keep moving. Autumn does that to me. Memento Mori? Perhaps maybe, perhaps. And always the shambolic steps (need to get a pencil sharpener, scissors and glue), serendipity project (find more meetings, catch more words and work).
Trying to pin down my notes is a tricky thing. I’ve been avoiding it since May and it’s getting almost unworkable now. So I’m sketching out ideas, subheadings, topics, themes. I’m trying to fnid a balance between what makes it write-able and what reflects the museum’s work. It’s hard. I have to curate the things I’ve found into something that makes sense, isn’t isolated, is intersting and (obv) reflects what happens. I have to find a compromise between what I can write and the days I have spent. I never thought it would feel like such a big task. “map out your future – but do it in pencil”. (pause to cringe).
memento mori/pencil/£1.19, Museum of London shop.
I have a growing pile of projects to work on. Check out the ‘side projects’ page to have a browse.