Art for Art’s Sake: a rambling riff upon a theme

I like a lot of different forms of art – painting, sculpture (to a lesser extent); art in the landscape; and ideas, concepts. And art in the broader sense – dance, music (always), books. It is all art, in my view, and just about anything goes.

( Rambling on… )

Art for Art’s Sake: a rambling riff upon a theme

I like a lot of different forms of art – painting, sculpture (to a lesser extent); art in the landscape; and ideas, concepts. And art in the broader sense – dance, music (always), books. It is all art, in my view, and just about anything goes.

( Rambling on… )

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The other night, I went for a drink after work with a couple of colleagues. This is actually quite a rare event, since with our complexes offices being miles from anywhere, usually people just head off home.

But circumstances of travel meant the A, E and I found ourselves propping up the bar in the Cumberland.

We talked about a lot of things, mostly about how fucked up work is, and how we cope with it, and what we think our colleagues.

A said how she doesn’t let people get too close – which I thought was quite a “close” thing to be sharing with someone she doesn’t know – and how she tries to keep space between herself and different people.

E said “Awesome!” a lot. (He is Canadian.)

Then today, another colleague explained how she had missed a plane yesterday, which meant she hadn’t seen her partner, and that had made her cry.

I thought this was the sweetest, most precious thing I had heard in a long time.

She also gave me a peck on the cheek as she left work this evening – not something many colleagues do.

Close can be good.

Close

The other night, I went for a drink after work with a couple of colleagues. This is actually quite a rare event, since with our complexes offices being miles from anywhere, usually people just head off home.

But circumstances of travel meant the A, E and I found ourselves propping up the bar in the Cumberland.

We talked about a lot of things, mostly about how fucked up work is, and how we cope with it, and what we think our colleagues.

A said how she doesn’t let people get too close – which I thought was quite a “close” thing to be sharing with someone she doesn’t know – and how she tries to keep space between herself and different people.

E said “Awesome!” a lot. (He is Canadian.)

Then today, another colleague explained how she had missed a plane yesterday, which meant she hadn’t seen her partner, and that had made her cry.

I thought this was the sweetest, most precious thing I had heard in a long time.

She also gave me a peck on the cheek as she left work this evening – not something many colleagues do.

Close can be good.