I don't say that in a bad way, I think that a pub is the best kind of temple that there is. You get a good cross section of the community in there, you get a good sense of the society, it has it's rules and it's morals are a little more relaxed than say perhaps- an actual temple.
My body is a temple.
Why should I care about that? 'That' being my body.... it's not important, with the whole world falling down around us, why is my body a temple? It's not, it's a vessel, a vessel for my mind. My mind is my temple, and I refuse to inflict it with the petty concerns of my own existence. As long as I continue to exist, my mind can keep operating, and then there is no problem.
I've been a bad blogger, I apologise... I have not been writing because I've not felt like it, that's really what it comes down to, yes I've been busy but how the hell do I make sense of what's been happening?
I have a new gallery manager- Matto Lucas. He is doing a wonderful job, better than he knows. Much better than I could do.
He says I scare him, this is a reoccurring theme lately, people have been scared by me. The other day my day time job - 'Man with a Van' I got a fine for running a red light in the van. It took some time to figure out who it was that got the fine- they thought it was someone else and they told them and then that person came back and said it wasn't him, then they took another look and then figured out that it was me, and on discovering that, the first reaction was from the manager and he said- "shotgun not telling him"... meaning me.
When they did tell me, my boss- the manager and owner- came out (with the paperwork) and said "Jason, we have something to tell you... you got a fine". He proceeded to tell me all the details.
I didn't smash things up, I thought it was bullshit and I'll fight it, but I didn't go all Hulk on them. Afterwards I found out how reluctant they where to tell me about it, ad we all had a laugh.
I find it funny how I am perceived... there was a time at drama school whereby someone told me that it was not possible for me to walk into a room without everyone knowing that I'd come in. I hated that because I'm a quiet, private person at heart and I think it's important to be able to blend in. I can do that, think I can, it is happening here now- at The Owl and the Pussycat. Last week Matto had his first opening as gallery manager...
He was also the curator, but it was the first opening which he managed and it went brilliantly. Couldn't have hoped for better and it was indicative of what's going on here at the moment. The place, the house, the business, the idea... whatever it is... it has taken on a life of it's own. It's no longer about me. It was great... at the same time it was a little bit weird. I felt like a mother seeing her child make friends for the first time - interacting with people and creating relationships that have nothing to do with me.
It's what I've dreamed of and hoped for, but now that it's here... what do I do? I booked a ticket for the Whitsunday's... cause I've not had a holiday for the last 2 and a half years.
So now it feels even weirder doing this blog, cause this place is not about me anymore. I made it, created it... but every day people come in and make it there own. It's wonderful, and amazing and weird. But now what do I blog about?
Just the same old shit, whatever happens to occur to me. I am looking forward to seeing the show that's on this week- Blakes on a Plane. I'll be watching on Thursday. It sounds good, the response tonight was good- from the audience...
I don't know... my body is a temple... I think that's just a narcissistic way of looking at the world. The Owl and the Pussycat is a temple- a temple of fringe art, an I feel privileged to be a part of it.
I've got a show opening at the Workers arms for the comedy festival- it's called 'The Gift'. I made one of my actors cry tonight. Comedy!
The other night I was up three stories on a ladder wearing tights and recovering a fake human skull off the roof. I found myself in the middle of doing this thinking- I love my life.
What an amazing ride.
If I had the chance, I'd probably do it all again.
Speak soon
x
