And by doing it, I mean blogging. I find myself with a lot of free time these days. Its an odd feeling, let me tell ya. I am still recovering from my dissertation hand-in. Yeah, the hangover is gone from the celebrations, but I am still trying to figure out with the christ I am supposed to do with my time. Yes mom, revising for exams might be the way forward, but that'll be a last minute activity. This cramming style has taken 5 years to mold into perfection, why change now??
So Francesca Woodman has left me, and frankly there's a void. After a year of her bellicose nudity and mind games, questions of intentions and stylistic lineage, she has left me. No note at my bedside, no 'hey, this was real', no 'I'll call you'. Just gone. And with she took my entire existence. Yes, sounds dramatic, but when you spend your entire life wrapped up in a person, its tough moving forward. Especially when a huge chunk of your academic career rests on what you came up with. Ouch.
So rather than paying homage by sitting naked in public places, I've got to think of other things to do. Things that will keep my from wondering what the hell I've done with all my time. I've give the "Big D" over to my supervisor. I've been tempted with trying out a little bribery, "baked goods, car wash...sexual favours?" in exchange for a first class mark. But that Dr. Adamson, she's a coy one and would see through my offers. So I guess I'm just going to have to take the usual route with these dissertation hellstallions (yes, hellstallion). Wait and find other things to do.
And those 'things' include blogging. So, stay tuned. Its gonna be... interesting, poignant, bizarre. It'll make you laugh, cry, or at least say 'damn that Bridget'. Well, there will be pictures anyways.
Here's to you Francesca... lets hope you make the grade.
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