Welcome

Welcome to my blob.  

Yes I did say blob.  I do have a habit of changing names of things and anyway, by giving it a nickname it seems less of a daunting prospect.  Do other people do this I wonder?,....change the names of things.  It's fine when talking to friends and family but can become a bit embarrassing when I forget that others don't share my lingo.  Like for example asking for orgasmic bananas in the fruit and veg section of the supermarket,......I did of course mean organic.  The assistant quickly responded with, "well I don't know what you do with yours, but they're over there", pointing.  While I suspect my face resembled the deep red hue of the cherries in my basket.

Well I mention this blob writing being a daunting prospect as firstly, as already mentioned I might have some sort of spoken language dyslexia and secondly, I really don't embrace technology.  Funnily enough computers and other things with buttons affect my language ability as well.  They enable me to access a stream of words not normally in my everyday vocabulary, with perfect pronunciation and emphasis on every syllable.  The very same words I tell my kids not to use,.......well it's alright for them they grew up pressing buttons.

The reason for writing this blob is because I'm under duress, I have to.  Well having embarked upon a fine art degree course and having been born I think in the wrong era, instead of spending all day covered in oil paint and turps and painting naked fat people, I have to look at what other people who have been covered in oil paint and turps have been producing and write about it.  Maybe if I'd done the student thing at a student age it may have been different then but I am a 'mature' student and technology has moved on.  Thinking positively I tell myself that being a 'mature' student (I hate that term it really means old), I have acquired some life experience and wisdom that will enhance my work, (despite the fact that I now have a duff eye and need help reading small print).  And of course I have had many more years after all to look at things, appreciate form, shape and colour, all of which I would have missed if I'd been born later.  In which case I'd have only close range vision and be deaf with numerous bouts of glue ear from permanently implanted headphones and live in a state of oblivion to anything other than a small pixelated screen.  No wonder there are now so many books on mindfulness which has now become a trendy word.  It's a bit like trying to meditate to AC/DC and I think it's simple,........just ditch the screen and look around.