On the verge of forty days and forty nights. Good old Jesus, he must have found whatever it was that he did quite an effort. It feels short, but I know I've been here for quite some time.
Yesterday evening I went to an amazing light and sound show with stellar projections and French turntablists and beatmakers. They were called The Scratch Bandits Crew. Bad name good music. They had an opera singer on first who was singing over edIT beats.
I saw a man I'd met twice with Annu too. Its odd, we keep bumping into each other. His name is Dr Singh and he is an Ayurvedic masseuse. He was telling me that I should go to his home town of Dharamshala, and that if I did his friends would help me out. However, he was also telling me about lonely women that he gives massages plus more to.
I then had to rush back to the hotel for my interview with Martin Caiger-Smith for a place on the Courtauld's curation course. Bits of the interview keep coming back to me and I feel even more embarrassed about them. Embarrassed of myself, to myself! For instance when he asked "Tell me about an exhibition you went to recently where the curation stood out?" And I spoke about a tiny little exhibition in the Experimental Art Gallery at IHC not having any wall texts. Not what he was looking for, I don't think. I can communicate complex ideas so much better in writing.
After that I met a man who, I think, is trying to scam me by 'starting a business with me' and a lovely, tired Israeli guy. We spoke about the freedom and opportunity of this country, the energy in the universe and how Hebrew letters relate to numbers etc. His name was Eli oh but he introduced himself as Leo. L-E-O.
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