Southbank Bristol Arts

Life can be seen as a string of accidents, and they can lead you where you didn't expect - the trick is to adapt. Tonight as I was about to escape from my responsibilities to hide-out at the movies, I trimmed my scrappy beard while wearing glasses, severely impairing my sense of distance. The result: a deep cut right through my ear-lobe, necessitating a stay indoors with bandage. Final count: a new painting, strong on the verve, that would never have otherwise have existed. This kind of daft occurance may have happened to the perpetually drunken Dutchman, too.

If you don't read The Jackdaw, it's time you caught up - the antidote to artbollocks and always a stimulating read. This letter may be in the next issue...

As the writer of the letter referred to by Don Kennewick (Correcting Correctness, no.76 March) I'd like to say first: I agree with him that so-called political correctness is one of the more egregious American imports; the phrase and the attitude both. It's a safe bet that you will find someone who, having taken PC on board, will also subscribe to the condemnation of making 'value judgements' at art exhibitions.
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Out there in the ether there is my last blog entry. It was a monumental piece of ephemera, and its loss should serve as a warning to us all. Don't get smart!