The nature artwork at the Baltic.
A slice of pizza.
Meghan Trainer, Made You Look. Making me strut through Kings Cross.
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Doing my first in person Labia Lessons since before lockdown and it was so lovely!
A brief walk around the White Cube. Such a beautiful gallery.
Having just the right amount of fabric for the dress.
The White Cube.
A second date with Tom and Kim.
Dancing in the kitchen to Christmas songs.
Volunteer day wasnt anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be! In fact I actually enjoyed it!
The vulva exhibition opening. Spotting my vulva and listening to my little audio.
Saying hi to all the squirrels that were around today.
Researching and writing up the Big Plan.
Library books! I’m so glad it’s back open.
An evening to myself, doing yoga, reading, cleaning, booking gallery trips and deciding to not go to Will’s party tomorrow.
Green smoothie and berries for breakfast with tea and some Murakami.
Walking walking walking and meeting Jonny at the White Cube
Watching a bit of the marathon. It’s surprisingly emotional.
The Tracy Emin exhibition at the White Cube. God I love that gallery.
Finishing off my skirt. I did it. I made it. I hand sewed the button holes and I finished it and it looks good.
Rewired the lamp (again). I love doing that.
Red art. Looks like period blood.
The Taylor Wessing Photography exhibition.
New face wash.
The art house on Naoshima that was totally dark but also actually wasn’t. Really cool. Left you smiling and laughing at how your mind and your eyes work.
The ferry across to Teshima.
The adorable tiny cafe for lunch with the vegetarian meal and the creamy vegetables and the fruit because we had no meat.
Hiring electric bikes. It felt so free and fun. And so necessary to have the electric boost!
The red art house with the fish and the mirrored toilet.
But mainly, Teshima Art Museum. I’ve never been to an exhibition or gallery as good in my life. It’s knocked all the rest of them off the top. It was incredible. The size, the shapes, the light, the water and the way it moved. The way it left no trace. It was outstanding.
Discovering our creepy looking hostel is actually an adorable place with a beautiful shower room and a delicious vegetarian dinner. Don’t just a hotel by its run down Soviet looking cover.
Naoshima. The lines, the curves, the light, the galleries, the nature, the cute streets, the heat. It is perfect.
The walk back from the gallery to the hostel.
The crab. Gabby the Crabby.
A carrot and egg sandwich. With raisins.
The William Morris gallery and grounds. Including the organic apple Pip ice lolly. Mega delicious.
Telling Stuart I love him in the park.
Singing ‘we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow’.
Oh and ‘the rice had about 5 or 6 minutes left. So I’m going for a poo’
A delicious French bread breakfast full of fruit, thanks to Alec.
A lovely calming art gallery. With some amazing huge lead books.
The male choir singing in the sauna. Also the sauna. And jumping in the bucket of ice water. Twice.
The trees outside my bedroom window, orange and yellow against the blue sky in the morning.
The weather was so beautiful today. I went for an autumn walk to clear my head.
Walking around the gallery with Stuart, acting like a couple and being a bit drunk.
A local coffee with Jo. That turned into lunch too.
An afternoon of Tate pottery and too much cake with Sarah. Where she talked total sense and made me realise a few things. I don’t need to trivialise my sadness.
An evening with the housemates. Minus the rubbish one. Matt cooked us a roast. And it was just nice.
Spending the day with Naomi, chatting about all things feminist, life and work.
The Rachael Whiteread exhibition at Tate Britain. And talking it through with Naomi as we walked round. I never do that.
A few hours with Jonny in the evening but not drinking. Then going to bed at 10.
Going to the White Cube. That place is so damn shiny and reflective. I love it. Also the room with all the semi reflective glass rooms – so good!
Going for a walk through the little park and sitting by the pond for a while, watching the slow tadpole prosession. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of smells of the plants into my lungs. And there was a nice man who stopped too see if I was okay.
Coming back and doing some gardening. To think I almost stayed in bed. It turned out to be a really lovely afternoon.
Oh and then Matt and I watched a brilliant volcano documentary with a hilarious voiceover. Plus ice cream.
This funny tweet.
Walking around London with Jo. Plus a new Laos restaurant (with incredible rice) and a gallery.
The blue of the sky as I walked home, with the clouds super illuminated. There must have been a full moon.
Moules frites by Stomae. Thanks Gust for sharing this song with me. #obsessed
JONNY IS HOME!
National Portrait Gallery, drinks and Vietnamese dinner with Jonny. Oh I love him. I’ve missed him. He’s my everything.
Listening to mums recording from last of Fairytale of New York.
A day with Jonny. Beautiful photography by Malick Sidibé (plus soundtrack) at Somerset House. Planning ice skating. Red wine in a quiet pub, then ramen.
Itchy bears on Planet Earth II. I laughed so hard.
Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.
Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.
Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night.
The White Cube gallery in Bermondsey. God that gallery is beautiful.
Plus the art work was really cool.
Walking along the river with Jonny. All the way from Greenwich to London Bridge.
Three little things 