
Art Practice – 23/12/23


What is the point really of music lessons? I know it is great but won’t it mostly create dissonance because you figure out the hill is a hard climb?
I said to my kids yesterday I want to throw away my practices. They were building up in the cupboard and it bothered me. My daughter asked if she could take some as postcards. I told her she could take any of them. My son wanted in on the free art.






I was initially displeased with the look of this because I felt I executed it poorly. The table and background was especially displeasing. The lemons and their reflection didn’t look like lemons.
I changed my mind after I woke up today. I sort of get it. It’s not perfect but i can see it. It almost looks like an art school practice.
I was at a do yesterday. (I can’t think of how to call it other than a do. It’s a casual work related event that requires me to look not too far away from my work self. )
The Very Important Person At the Pinnacle of Our Food Chain came out from some hidden place. He stood and waved at the proletariats hoping perhaps for a roar of approval. Just before he had to go and deliver his speech, he walked over and grabbed a child for a photoshoot. The child did a sad emoticon and reached out for the mom at once.
He returned this child and took another nearby for his shoot. That kid did not cry. I will not be able to just grab and do it. I will have a long conversation of nonsense words with the baby to arrive at some understanding that he or she was amenable to being picked up. I will then cautiously pick the child up while continuing that goobly gook conversation.
It must be the aura of being Very Important.
On a whim I recorded myself on a call. I imagined myself a dull stone faced worker droning on in rapid mode. I tend to speed along in chaired meetings because I don’t like having meetings but being sandwiched between a rock and a difficult place I have to communicate.
I played back and found everything about myself strange. The way I pulled down on the corners of my mouth to the multitude of facial expressions I pull.
I started my working life as a call centre worker and it is almost as if I never left that first job. Still in a head set after 27 years.
The Le Labo perfumes are something that I have been obsessing over for a number of years. Earlier this year I was determined to walk into the store and get the bottle. I chickened out and returned home empty handed. Discovered dupes only recently and started to buy all the perfumes that I have denied myself.
Edit : I tried the oil perfumery fragrances again with the originals and now feel the need the clarify. The notes made by oil perfumery closely matches the original versions. However to my layman nose they don’t smell the same as the perfume due to the heavy harsh opening note it. There is a rounded airyness for the original bottles that is not in the oil perfumery version. It smells finished from the first spritz. The oil perfumery version smells better after 2 or 3 hours. I wonder what do the perfume houses do to round the smells. It sounds mad if maturing takes months.
A number of years ago when I discovered the sandalwood perfume that I want was mostly too expensive I attempted to mix my own. I bought an old version of a sandalwood oil perfume by body shop and a small vial of Australian sandalwood and poured it together. Australian sandalwood had no creaminess. It smelled of piss. 6 months later the smell became different- of old cupboards.