Thursday 10th November

The alarm went off earlier than usual. I ignored it and fell back asleep. No run this morning but I would make up for it by walking the 4k to and from school. Unfortunately I slept in so was in a rush and jumped in the car. Still, I meant well. I will try again tomorrow.

I had received an email whilst in the library, it was from Hong Kong. She says she will be in England for January, that she has meetings at the Metropolitan University and London and would like to see me if I have the time and if I can behave myself once she leaves. I bought a phone card with the paper and made a call.

I spent the morning working on a film I am making out of images from my life, particularly the past 5 years. Each image is set at 0.00.02 seconds, so that they blur into a continuous stream/loop. I am trying to recreate the sensation claimed by many to be experienced in near death situations.

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As I get older death seems to be everywhere and more often than in the past I start to think about my own death and what I will leave behind for my son if it comes sooner than hoped for. After starting the film I visited the “Paranoia “ show being held at the Leeds City Art gallery there was a video piece in the show that also used still frames at high speed to generate the illusion of movement and speed that disorientated the viewer. The film was backed by contemporary Chinese folk music. The film drew me in and spurred me on to continue with my own work.

Its funny how certain images stand out for certain people. Hammams first question was "who is the blonde in the bikini up that tree". My friend’s wife I told him.

Finished polishing my last bullet and did some tests on the large Macket barrel that sits on my studio floor. I keep returning to multiple images. In this respect I am very much the product of my age and the technology that extends my being.

The large scale monument will only be possible if the right location is found and I have still received no word from the Church of England and the diocese of Ripon regard St Marks Church. I will dress up next week and visit there office next to Patrick Studios. It is harder to say no to some one face to face than electronically.

At work that night the caretaker had brought in a portable TV and watched all the soaps whilst complaining about being forced to watch them when at home with “The Wife”. I left him to it and went off to read.

Home and bed. I should have been down the pub but I phoned and made an excuse about being skint. I need to get back into shape I thought. Maybe tomorrow I will make it out for a run.