Sunday mornings.

She wakes up at 8am, eats 3 bananas and spends her morning filming dust falling and catching light from a projector. Any doubts of her insanity that might have creeped into the mind of the projectionist vanish, he genuinely seems concerned for her mental state. She returns to her cave, Photoshops images of her housemates onto prawns, laughs a bit too hysterically at bad jokes on the radio and begins referring to herself in the third person.....

Website ideas..

Lets hold out for Something Good...

'I am more curious about the elements that, by being so widespread, are usually for that very reason shielded from view. The voices of dust, the soul of dust, these interest me a lot more than flowers, trees or horses because I take them to be stranger.’, Jean Dubuffet.

Also, Something Good is happening next Tuesday at Take 5, un-amplified and full of deliciousness (and me) http://somethinggood.tv/

If I leave it any longer, I'll just forget.

Last night I had a dream about running. Dreams about long distance running are something I've always been envious of, I want the sense of endurance, a rhythm. This wasn't like that. For a start I was wearing my birkenstocks and they kept falling off my feet, so as I ran over a bridge I threw them off into the river below and briefly glanced at them floating rapidly away. After a few minutes I realised I was by the river in Ely, I also realised my hands were full of coins, mostly pounds and 20 pence pieces that kept falling threw my fingers and out of my pockets. At some point I almost ran straight into this kid, a boy of about 10 who looked a lot like the kid in Son of Rambow. He asked me why I was running in bare feet and I told him it felt more real. He looked scared and when I said he should be getting home, he asked me to come back to his house and meet his dad, I ran with him to his front door. His dad was sitting at the table not saying anything and looking really menacing, the boy waved a piece of paper under his nose that said he owed £12 for his music lessons and if his dad wouldn't pay then he'd have to stop, the man ignored him. I went to leave and then turned back and put all the falling coins I had into the boys hand and told him to promise me he'd only use it for the music lessons. When I left I started running again, slowly but steadily, and for what seemed like a long time. As I reached my road again, which was back where my old house was in Ely, I bumped into Shane and Clare each holding a beautiful baby. Twins, two boys, they wore matching striped hats and I kissed each one on the cheek before running on back to my front door.

Collections part. 2

Collections part 1.

deposit, fragments, grains, leavings, rubble, scree, sediment, shavings....

It has been a good week. Saturday was my birthday and despite being a miserable **** in the morning and moaning about getting older and under-achieving, I actually had a really brilliant day and had an internal telling off about being grateful for the opportunities I've had. My favourite moment was receiving a gift from my friend David, which was lovely, and then getting worriedly more excited by the envelope of dust he also gave me! I've got about 10 samples or so at the moment but really would like more to experiment with and use in the degree show.

Friday I'm hoping to get back into the projection booth at work with a decent camera and take some footage. I'm still a bit stuck as to what to do with the various samples of dust, I'm fascinated by the idea that there is some difference between them as they are from different people. Hmm......

My friend Jane has kindly, and sneakily, recorded a live set I did at one of the Howlback Hum events last month. You can have a listen on my myspace; http://www.myspace.com/emilyhirst