I dunno

Written whilst taking a break from work. Not a proper break and not proper work this is coursework that I'm avoiding doing. I've forgotton a password to a website that I need to use and in the mean time when I could be deciding to get that sorted out I am writing. I'm going to write out what I've been thinking about all day whilste I've been doing my other mundane tasks. Such as takign photographs, going to the shops or going in and out of lifts. I've been thinking about Notting Hill a lot. That scene when they sit on the roof and go through the actor's lines. "Cartwrigth, Wainwright whatever the hell your name is..." This is in my head for some reason maybe I just want that life right now. To be sat on a roof in Notting Hill or Ladbroke Grove doing anything but this right now with a partner. I was thionking about what they were wearing and how I might be able to recreate the scene somehow in a video of my phone. A poetry visualiser of some sort. I love what they wear and what they read and talk about. The house they live in and the food that they eat and drink. It's all just so relaxed. I say as I sit writing into a laptop that I just stole from another classroom.

"No ones gonna fucking care" I joked to a mate as I left picking up a book on Dutch Painting by R.H. Fuchs (funny name I know) I don't know why I picked it up to be fair. It was there and I had wanted to read it, I thought that if I took it with me it could inspire my work somehow but it just reminds me of a trip that I took to Amsterdam a few years ago. I guess that after skimming over a few pictures I now know how to identify some of the Biblical characters that all renaissance paintings seem to portray. Judas with a certain item and Simon with a saw. Hard to imagine that to be a childs name. I imagine a middle aged man not the children that they show playing in an alter through some form of foreshadowing as the boys play togetehr behind some gloomy looking figures that sit in the foreground staring with their deadpan features at us the viewer. Expressionless and fucking gloomy. It's just gloomy. It's not what I remeber the Dutch to be bit thats how I can identify their work now anyway. Gloomy. I knew it was Dutch I thought to myslef as I flicked through the first few paintings, the crusifiction of Jesus and that one that I had just mentioned inside the church. All of the figures are very pale. Very.... Dutch, European, except for Jesus, no he's got a bit of a tan to him, the others all have western features. Western European at least.

Anyway now I'm sat at the desk looking up scenes from Notting Hill for further reference, a pack of bread buns and some filling ingrediants by myside as I continue to waste more time.