It’s almost 9pm and I’m tired. It’s been a long day without much stopping. Early morning yoga, a Skype call with Australia which opened up the potential for a lot of new work, a meeting with a curator and a production manager about possibly project managing part of their exhibition. It’s incredibly interesting work and probably could turn into hectic long hours over many months. I’m supposed to decide how many hours I dedicate and what my rate would be. It’s one of those times when I need to take stock of how much money I need to live, what makes me feel valued, what I want to be doing and how it all fits together. Of course things take their own course in the long run but I still need to make these kinds of decisions every so often.
At lunch we had another of our parking space events. This time a lunch in Merchants street. We got many funny looks (discreetly, most people were too shy to stare), a few interactions and a fun time was had in a parking space. It’s the most natural thing to do to just eat outside yet it’s also a really strange thing. As humans we tend to picnic in the countryside if at all, definitely not between two cars in a busy Valletta road (even though Parkin has lots are favourite picnic spots for many Maltese). I’m enjoying the exploration, the self challenge (do I really want to go down three flights of stairs with a table and picnic cooler, do I really?) my feelings while I’m there and the interactions and reactions from passers-by. It feels like a worthwhile thing.
A red day in many respects. Country drama, red picnic cooler, red jacket, red light in the room I’m writing from at the moment. While the country has been imploding / exploding about Panama companies, I’ve been going about my day doing my best to expend as little energy as possible on this latest fiasco. The whole thing is just seriously awry.
Today was a day of home working, veg buying (from the awesome Veg Box in Villa Bologna), parental visiting and finally the first of our parking space events.
Dreamt up by Letta and co-created between the Arch B residents (that’s Letta, Johannes, me and two cats) we ventured out into the city and occupied a white parking space for two hours or so. We sat with chairs, a table, food, wine, picnic cooler and of course the customary BBQ. The whole thing started off as a mini exploration and experiment but turned out to be a highly enjoyable event. It made us look at outdoor space differently, question the space that’s reserved for cars, interact with quite a few passers by and dream up the next few episodes of things happening in a parking space. We also ate a lot of food, witnessed a mysterious fire across the road (the occupants of the building thought it was our BBQ smoking their place up) and had a highly enjoyable evening hanging out between two cars. Who would have thought?
The night ended with Matthew Brincat’s book launch at Maori. I’ve followed his posts on Facebook for a while now and really look forward to delving deeper through his poetry book ‘Random’.