Standing at the gate

Well, after reading my first blog, written nearly a year ago, I have 2 thoughts:

1. I didn't really make this blogging thing into the regular practice that I had intended.
2. Perhaps it was a wee bit personal. And perhaps a little bit depressing. Poor poor me- what a hard life I live :P

Meh, perhaps, perhaps... it also however got me thinking about all the stuff that has happened between then and now. So many great things, and crap things.

My wallet got stolen last week, that is a crap thing, but I now have my own theatre, we'll call that a good thing, and yeah- not exactly on the same level.

I can't help remember - and by remember I mean remind myself- when I get into my bitter little headfucking spins (much like the one I was in the throws of last time I blogged) that I really live a bloody good existance, and standing in the shoes of my younger self, when asked what type of life I would like when I grew up, living above my own theatre and gallery and bar and soon cinema... well it wouldn't be too far from what I dreamed... and at the time it would have seemed like a childhood dream kind of akin to "when I grow up I want to be a firetruck!"

I do still kind of have an inexplicable urge to take the firemans test.

But firefighting aside this is not such a bad life really - I never have 2 dollars to rub together, and my private life... well yeah, we won't talk about that... but art sprouts life all around me and the many and varied people that have come into my life, some just passing through, some on extended vacation and others taking residence... you can never know what life would be like if you made a different decission somewhere along the way, but it is even harder for me to imagine that anything I did- 2 years ago, homeless, penniless, depressed, and directionless... that any decision I made could have led to a better life than this.

So that's me... how about the gallery?

Truth is I get so sick of talking about it it's really hard to blog about. I'm in love with the Runcible Spoon, I stand in there sometimes and play with the lights, and I really think it's one of the loveliest theatres I've ever been in... but then I am biased.

The new bar area... it's coming along, I've been building the bar this week and it's going well, part of the bar is actually being turned into an artist shop which I am quite excited about.

At the front of one of the bars I am building a giant ant farm, actually scratch that, I have built it already, and bought the sand- I think the sand would be so much more awesome if it was green. Surprisingly Bunnings don't stock green sand. Weird. I think I might try food dye.

Then there is the problem of finding enough ants to inhabit it. Apparently they all need to be from the same colony- anyone have an ant infestation? They are one of the few critters we've never actually seen around the gallery.

Matto's show will be kicking off the new year and I love it, and I'm not just saying that cause there is a high likelihood that he will read this, I hope it goes well.

And I am going to end it there for now.

But I will, I will update this blog on a more regular basis... and once I have achieved that I can spend less time playing catch up and swimming in vagueties of general howsitgoing, and I can spend more time talking about the here and now, day to day. To delve into the emotion and the trials and tribulations and... whatnots of running the Owl.

That's it. All done.
Over and out for now.