knock knock... oh hey. Yeah it's me again - can you turn it down please... my floor is shaking. Yeah it's uh 10 am on Sunday. Un huh... thanks.
Hey. So it's been a time. Right now I am sitting in a lovely apartment in Paris, and realizing that comfort is relative, for example I love my apartment, my area, my street, but my neigh-boor is an inconsiderate fool who plays terrible music at all hours. I don't know what it is about people that listen to loud music but a lot of them just don't seem to care that other people might hate their taste in music and we.... (shaking my head no)... We don't want to listen to it. I may love wild blue colours but I am not going to shove blinding blue into my neighbour's eyes at 10 am on a Sunday morning, or really anytime. I enjoy curry but the smell can be offensive so I don't cook it that strongly that it would penetrate the hallways of the building or affect my neighbours. So because I am a good neighbour and expect courtesy back I really don't want them, my terrible neighbour, putting on floor shaking electro-rap base and old school beats anytime. It's called manners and consideration. Obviously this fool has none - I've spoken to her at least 10 times since September. And it's not just the terrible music, it's the fights with her girlfriend, the loud s#x noises, the banging doors. So yes I am adjusting to life in Paris and also life above a horrible neighbour. The worst part is that she is neither interesting nor eccentric so I can't even use her in the future for a book character or project. Anyhow....
Apart from the noise pollution I'm back, and I am actually going to start using this space to record my processes, thoughts, and investigations about my art and practice. I love the idea of an online blog that can be accessed by anyone, because who knows who it may inspire or hopefully affect for good. That thought brings me a little more feeling of usefulness in this world, because I am struggling with that right now.