working on grant, or rather avoiding working on a grant.

I’m at a meet up of Flickr, or Vimeo types: camera people. We are running around some strange, beautiful city shooting pictures and films and video. I use a strange digital camera with a pencil long lens shaft. It’s fairly small, but you can shoot thousands of pictures.

Head in the gutter past couple of days. Nothing much to say about it.

I carry a stack of portraits of every man my woman has been with before me. Someone sees the pictures and wants to buy them which puts me in a quandary. I was planning to burn them.

I am allowed to use the studio of a collector’s son who has gone off to Berlin. The studio is a two room cottage behind a hospital. It has a good wall for painting on, but I spend a day just being quiet in the space. Later I find all the drawings the collector ever bought from me in a stack in the closet mixed up with some pages of notes and sketches from the kid in Berlin.