“Saturday was the first gallery visit of the year, and my first visit to Sheffield. The venue was Bank Street Arts, and the exhibition was Si Barber’s “The Big Society”.
The venue was a small one, a far cry from some of the larger exhibition spaces that I’ve been to, but then, it’s one of those spaces where you don’t need to be one of the really big guns to exhibit in. It’s one of those invaluable spaces for us mere mortals to be able to display our work. They need to be applauded for that. It also meant that they were more amenable to a bunch of people coming in on a Saturday when they’re normally closed - having the space to ourselves meant that we didn’t have to worry about upsetting other visitors by gathering around an image and talking about it for 10 minutes. Yes, a big thanks to the gallery, and to resident photographer/curator Andrew Conroy who was on hand to throw in his opinion and some inside info from time to time. ”
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I’m typing and my brain is full, cloudy and detached but I know I need to elaborate on what I’m going through because there are so many going through this that need to know it’s an illness, just an illness. Not bad, mad, crazy or weak, just ill, and that with this particular illness, for its sufferers, for family and friends who are there but feel they can’t help, you can!
Patience, time, kindness and support. That’s all we need. No “pull your socks up”, no “get out of bed you lazy git”, just acknowledge the feedback the sufferer gives, get them to go to the GP asap, and help them do the little things bit by bit.
“Ideas are going to continue to become more valuable, which means that the urge to control and patrol them is going to get greater.
Ideas that spread, win Networks in which ideas flow are worth more than networks without Great ideas are amplified when others build on them Just because an idea spreads doesn’t mean it’s good for us Locking down ideas makes them worth less Those in power will try to keep outsiders from bringing new ideas forward”
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
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