11/2

We had a lecture on the Sublime today. Since studying it in year twelve or so, I've been very into the fact that you have to explain it visually and not in words. Last year I made some work dealing with the idea of finding the Sublime in what is traditionally considered ugly (dirty streets, tube stations, roadkill). Sitting in the lecture I remembered how free that work felt, and how it felt uncomplicated while still being a challenge. Now my thoughts just feel cluttered in a way that's stifling. That might just be stress (with no source), though. I'm simultaneously really interested in what I'm doing, and really repelled by the fact that as soon as I start thinking about it, my head is going to go crazy. I have no idea why this is.