Berlin, 2015. I could never go to Berlin without taking a photo of that thing, somehow.
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He already knew then that the materials he used were no longer being made and would eventually run out. Twenty years later, he spoke of tracking down old Cibachrome machines through small ads, picking up whatever old chemicals and abandoned equipment he could find, but his dark room is now closed. There is a red produced by using Cibachrome that he will never achieve again. ‘Now I can almost make anything, I have fifty years skill and experience, but I cannot make the pictures.’ The colour has been taken away from him which must be like having a word taken from your vocabulary.
Cold and rainy. The weekend is forecast to be just cold, with the wind and rain dropping off, so I can pull on my winter gear and spend it working in the garden. I have a couple of big jobs left to do, and several small ones.
OPERATIONS: wrestling this tv thing document to the end of what I’m calling Bad Draft 2. Finishing newsletter.
COMMS: Inbox 79. Everything is switched on today, because it’s all going to be switched off over the weekend.
LAST WATCHED: BOTTOM EXPOSED, a documentary about the making and afterlife of the tv show BOTTOM, which nearly had me in tears at the end.
THINKING ABOUT: what’s next.
SHIPPING FORECAST: I have some discoveries that I logged in the scheduler for today so they didn’t all pile up at once, but nothing useful will be posted over the weekend unless you like pictures of dirt, weeds and woodchips.
This is a nice way to finish up the day.
Masaya Ozaki is a New York/Iceland-based composer born in Niigata, Japan. His work examines the idea of space as a transient entity, the subtleties behind small moments, the sensitivity of the ephemera, and the future of sound in an exceedingly materialistic world. He often finds inspiration in nature, the fragility of human interactions, and the momentums behind them. Masaya’s artwork materializes as field recordings and compositions for ensembles, film, dance, visual, and experimental arts.
‘’This Album is a reflection of my current life in Iceland…. Where does the self begin and where does it end ? ‘’
Copper scourers arrived. Cheap ones. They’re basically scrunched-up tubes of copper wire. What you do is take a pair of shears and cut the tubes into hoops. The hoops fit around plant pots. Slugs and snails hate copper. Sometimes they can get around copper tape. They’re going to loathe these hoops of scratchy copper wire.
Also assembled and hung hat racks.
I note this to pretend I’m being productive when in fact nobody wants me to concentrate on work and I’ve done maybe a paragraph in the last hour.
The Organic Gardening Catalogue were having a flash sale, and I picked up nine bare-root raspberry canes for seven quid. Right now, they’re dunked in a bucket of rainwater. The sun doesn’t go down until 7.59pm tonight, so I should have plenty of time to plant them out.