Home-Awareness

It's not homesickness, but home-awareness, that fills my thoughts today.  For several days, in fact, I've had images and sounds and tastes coursing through my mind as I walk the streets of Hobart and play the music of it's occupants.  I don't yearn for Charleston, but I am nevertheless becoming increasingly aware of it's facets.  I have double vision, so to speak: I see Hobart and Charleston simultaneously.
You learn so much about the places in which you've grown up when you're thousands of miles away.  It's all a kind of double vision, both posterity and the present registering in your thoughts, making up your thoughts.

I presented my final sculpture project today in a rain-misted morning (again).  This project was two piece mould-making--I choose a cell phone--and I was able to successfully cast nine mobile telephones.  These I arranged on a tapioca-coloured sheet with twine, q-tips, and brushes.  My theme is simple, two-fold, and surprisingly indicative of my current double vision: I presented these nine mobile telephones as exhumed artifacts of a lost age, cast in terracotta and arranged like an archaeological field table.

I broke a window last Friday night.  My window, in fact.  I merely leaned against it for upwards of twenty seconds and it came crashing down around me.  Cut up my ankles and legs, even nicked my shoulder.  I finally got around to visiting the TUU (sort of the student union / the folks from whom I'm renting) today only to find that it is, more or less, my responsibility to fix the window as soon as possible.  It's a good thing my monies came through from home, then, huh?  Furthermore, I'm leaving Saturday morning for a five day bushwalk along the Tasman Coastal Trail, which means I need to get the window fixed before then.  Further, furthermore, it is made apparent to me that I need to complete all of my in-house recording for my Foundation Audio projects by Friday because they're all due next Friday--and, seeing as I'll be gone most of the time from now until then, it is imperative that I complete the rough recording tomorrow, or Thursday at the latest.

So now, I'm trying to melt my back into the cheap chair the TUU provided me in my room, nursing a Cascade pale ale, and listening to Radiohead and Skip James, trying to just make it all come together.  And it will.  I hope.