Ada has given me some notes to write up for her because she's seven weeks old and can't type yet.
Nick Cave/Will Self, 30 Sep 2009(Ada warns me that blogs are a bit passé these days and that she may not do this again.)
This was my first trip out to an art event. Nick Cave has shiny hair and is dry (not dark), and Will Self is funny and is becoming the same man as that grumpy Jack Schulze. I like them. Nick read from his scary book, which Mummy said was good. Silly questions from the floor were indulged by the men, then despatched. Strangely no-one mentioned that Bunny sounds like a Keith Talent who'd suffered hard times - I haven't read Nick's book so I'm not sure. I got bored after a while and took Daddy outside for a cry. We missed something, then we went back in. Daddy thinks he saw some people called Adactio and Mrs Adactio some rows ahead, and he says you should go to the bookshop that organised the event. Nick sings songs, maybe he has some lullabys for me. It was good art.
Brighton Art Fair, 1-4 Oct 2009
This was another trip out, it was OK. Lots of people. It was too hot and bright - I cried a bit, but there were things to look at. The photos by Andre Lichtenberg were nice, as was a little bird clinging to the wall by Guy Holder. The most adventurous arts were some strange mummy bits by Sally Hewett. I tried to sleep through the not-good art. Many of the pictures were middle-age-crisis abstraction, which is a bad thing and makes us unhappy (see photo). Lots of women wanted to talk to me about being a baby but Daddy shot them down with his bloodshot eyes. Mummy and I bought for my room a little print of a bird, and a painting by Jude Hart.
