It just feels like spinning plates. I've got just under 4 weeks to get everything I started on for Artistes à Suivre finished.
So instead of knuckling under I've been oot and aboot; a trip to a photography exhibition in Toulouse, snooping around a circus(!) teaching the man-child how to develop b&w film, lots of cake-eating in cafés, all or some of which I may or may not blog about, depends on just how panicked I get about my looming deadline. All the time wishing to make papercut artworks like these, and to take black and white photographs like this, distracting me from the job in hand.
One evening last week we went to Jardin en Ville in Carcassonne. Part organic restaurant, part art gallery, part 'concept store' (whatever the hell that means) for the private view of paintings, illustrations and ceramics by Claire Hemery. (Even if you don't read French, click on the Jardin en Ville link and go and look at the photo gallery, it's a damn good place) Love.
So I flitted about surreptitiously taking photos here and there
all Olympus OM10/Fujifilm 200
The evening ending in a lovely courtyard garden in the old cité, eating pizzas underneath the nightlights and twinkling stars. This is how fantastic the ramparts look at night. Kind of makes crappy internet connections not seem such a heavy price to pay after all.