Thursday, 10 January 2013

Five Day Summary

Sunday

Finalised and submitted my Philosophy of Film essay ‘
How does the idea of freedom in Sartrean philosophy relate to the concept of the actor?’ which I'm now a little worried about as I thought up a couple of new ideas I wish I had included. I also attended a Tate Collective meeting, which was really positive, everyone is so lovely and the events that coincide with Glam! The Performance of Style are going to be incredible.

Monday:

Woke up around six am, had a shower, put on my red suit, made my way to the train station, got on the train, got off the train, walked to the Albert Dock, stood in front of Tate Liverpool and breathed in the cold morning air. My meeting wasn't until eleven am; I was an hour early so I waited with a coffee in the Tate café. I then wandered around the shop, a fire alarm went off, I left, it stopped, I returned and took a seat in the foyer.

I had butterflies in my stomach, I was met by the assistant curator; we went up to the offices. There were introductions, smiles, helpful tours and my own desk with a computer, phone, tray and some stationary. The work was hard and sometimes confusing but I've never learnt so much about the workings of a gallery as I did on that very first day. We looked at papers, paints and ephemera. We talked about artists, ceilings, space, projectors and light. Shy as I can sometimes be in new situations, I even managed to join in some discussions. I felt so overwhelmed by it all but I was proud of myself. I felt considerate and helpful. I felt as though there was nowhere else I would rather work and in that moment I was completely content.

Tuesday:

Prior to this day, I was besieged by things I needed to do and although I should have spent the day relaxing, I managed to find even more jobs for myself, little things around the house, phone calls, checking bank statements, finding and filing old documents, that sort of thing.


Wednesday:

Woke up around six am, had a shower, put on my black wrap around dress and houndstooth blazer, made my way to the train station, got on the train, got off the train, walked to the Albert Dock, stood in front of Tate Liverpool and once again breathed in the cold morning air. Today was a little different, I had two meetings and there were 
re-introductions, telephone lists, answering calls, taking messages, loan administration, writing letters, filling in spread sheets, working on drafts and redrafts. There was a combination of confusion and clarity, a mixture of highs and lows. I have a lot of research to do for next week and I need to familiarise myself with the work of a number of artists. I'm working on my objectives. Google is my new best friend.

Today:

I had such a headache this morning. Luckily I didn't have to work today but I was supposed to attend another Tate Collective meeting, which unfortunately I didn't manage to get to. I still feel a little worse for wear and I'm looking forward to spending some time relaxing tomorrow, I wrote in my diary that I have to go swimming, which should be nice; it does always seem to make me feel a little less stressed.