I got up on Sunday and headed to the Argos space to tear down my part of the exhibition. Before I left I made Eva pancakes and we discussed the possibility of this week being much better than last week. Death aside, it can't get really much worse except for the missing wallet (which was found safe and sound) really being missing and some other catastrophe. (nature/terrorism, etc.)

I left Eva to do the washing, as that was the only thing she really wanted to do (to my knowledge) and I headed into Brussels ready to face comments from teachers and pack up and move on.

The comments were typical to an certain extent. When I had my "jury" for my exhibition I found myself talking in a language I am not familiar with...familiar with, just one I don't use very often. Just when I would get going, my excitement would take over and I'd say something like, "cool." Oh art! Why does it have to be spoken in terms of relationships, influences, realizations, expectations, etc? For me it's something one either gets or doesn't, and it either touches you or doesn't. (touching meaning affecting somehow...like it's repulsive or inspiring or simply tells one something.)

Basically I was told that my excitement is both a plus and a minus and that my lack of artistic language is also a minus. I was also reminded that having my "art" always revolve around me is somewhat disturbing. Hmmm...maybe I'll think more in artistic terms next tme around. The only thing is that I'm not trying to fit into any sort of market or classfication, the things i've made over the past few years are simply works (in progress or not).

Enough of that.

I packed up in lighting speed and headed home to spend an evening with Eva. There wasn't much of our horrific week turned horrific weekend left except a fragment. Leila came over to sort out some Eva and Leila differences and by the time they were finished, there weren't many eating options open, so we did Quick. I realize that I'm not an overly strong supporter of fast-food anymore (save fritjes) but the two of us were too exhausted to do much more. We got it to go and ate it in the Opel above the Ring around Antwerp. For a Sunday evening, the traffic was horrific down below. I suppose it was people returning from both mini and longer vacations trying to make it back for a Monday at work. Sometimes I wish that work shifted sometimes and left working folk with tuesdays and wednesdays off...just to throw off the brain a bit.

And what of the car? We are calling some additional people tomorow, but as it looks like at the moment, we'll probably tow it on home and try to find a cheap garage to fix it. What I wouldn't give to have a job! Maybe that's something I'll work on tomorrow as well...employment. Sometimes I don't really care where it is...stateside or here. And then I'm reminded that life is entirely too short to leave for spans of years regardless of good intentions. In regards to weeks such as these, it's much better to handle them in twos instead of alone.

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