this morning i awoke from a dream at around half past three am. at near to a quarter past four am i got up and came down stairs and turned on my computer.
in the last few scenes of a dream, i was following these two lads around some streets. they wore hooded tops. they were young. they climbed over wire fences to gain access to some big-business private property - the type which provides some kind of utility service perhaps. i was watching them from further down the road. further down the road past them police vehicles approached. an armoured tank and the like. i ran down a road running tangent to the current road. the lads followed me. the tank and other military-looking police vehicles followed. i always stayed just around the corner of buildings and the other lads caught on to this and did the same, but the vehicles were too fast and as i was not a law breaker i stopped running to take a closer look at them once they had come to a stop. the tank was scary it had huge guns and other apparatus protruding out from it which was difficult to tell the function of. flying over head were massive helicopters the sight of shielded from view by a long wall of tall dark green leylandi conifers. other big machinery was coming in fast and surrounding the tank. i wished i had my camera with me it was amazing. i walked over to some other piece of big machinery, underneath a massive metal arm for something or other. looking up some of the machinery had hold of a large farm tractor, swinging it through the air like a child with a toy. the arm of that piece of machinery put the tractor down and came crashing down onto the arm above me. it was scary, and then another arm came shooting toward me as if to probe what was down there and i thought it would crush me but it didn't and i woke up from the dream buzzing. it is now eight minutes past five am and i've just finished my first cup of coffee. yesterday i went to my parents to clear my stuff out of my dads garage and had come home to take measurements of a space in the porch where i wanted to stand shelves. i sat at my computer of course. before i returned to my parents i was sat on the sofa and noticed a green grasshopper (or cricket) upside down hanging from the top of the fireplace. i went up to inspect him (or her). i left it there. in the garage i kept all my art materials such as acrylic copolymer emulsions and dispersions the like. as well as lots of wood, mainly in the form of canvas-supports i'd been saving. i broke the supports up because i'm not going to be making use of them any time soon. i did though break them up with a view to using the wood. i bashed off the corner plates before knocking the corner of the supports hard against the floor to break them. i extracted the nails from the corners and the pins that had held the corner plates in place while the glue dried. i then chiseled off the wood that had split off from the corner plates and stayed stuck to the supports main lengths of wood. the supports had circular quadrants glued along one edge each to prevent a ridge appearing in the canvas. i knocked the quadrants off with a hammer and then chiseled any splinters that remained stuck with the glue. i then sawed the wood square at one end with my circular electric mitre saw. i then took out the measurements i'd made and sawed the wood to the lengths required. it did not go that easily though and i decided to make the design simpler by making it smaller by making it rectangular rather than a larger but angular. most of the wood i used came from supports that i made almost ten years ago for oil canvases i painted for my degree show. i enjoyed making shelves out of canvas supports that i made for my degree show nearly ten years ago now. it's a comment, it's art, the shelves will probably last longer than the artwork would have if i hadn't destroyed the canvases years ago. my artwork reincarnated as shelves - i love it. i stand my chilli plants on them. i love my chilli plants. the rokita's are not hot at all, but the cayennes are nicely hot and easily bring me out in a sweat (though a korma could do that - just kidding). i like to think that my artwork reincarnated by me (i am a god) into shelves is a superior achievement for my artwork's life in comparison to the life of the artwork of the students who were my everyday companions at art school. i love my computer. i told my girlfriend about the grasshopper. she didn't seem to mind that i'd just left it there. i didn't know where it had gone, but then we spotted it later in the evening. we call all grasshoppers/crickets that we come into contact with 'jimmy'. we said good night to jimmy. while i was cleaning my teeth in the bathroom and was looking up at the ceiling and saw jimmy's brother. yesterday i sprayed my chillis with organic pest control while i was at home supposed to be measuring a space to stand the shelves in. then i went outside and up the garden to where we have curly kale and purple sprouting being devoured by caterpillars. i sprayed them too. they have very nearly destroyed the plants. so of course when i see jimmy's brother up there on the bathroom ceiling i put two and two together and now i'm feeling some cramp in my right hand and must stop typing. -- _ : http://jwm-art.net/ -audio/image/text/code _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
