Just saw Kill Bill. Enjoyed it a lot. Felt bad for laughing at the violent bits. Would watch it again. Somehow I always see the 'Bill' in the title in the same way it's used in the word 'playbill'. I never think of it as Kill (verb) Bill (noun).

I'm still preparing for my end-of-year presentation at art school. Finally, I have a solid plan on how to install my work. I dislike this time of year because there's all sorts of boring stuff to do, like moving furniture, carting things back home, and painting the walls and floors till they're pristine white.

Plus, I was giving myself a hard time during the past week, thinking of how to make my art better. Everyone else in school is telling me that I'm "only in Third Year" (our course runs for four years) and therefore I shouldn't be putting so much pressure on myself. But I tend to think of the larger picture. I don't want to treat art school as a bubble in which I can play all I want, then only to find myself shocked into the real world once I graduate. No, it has to begin now. I have to be competent now. Which sounds scary but oh well, this is the kind of pressure I give myself.

One of these days I will write about nicer things like the time I met the art group Superflex.
 

gnute