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27. OKT 2017, HoffArt-Theater

Konzert #15

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I have a new word for horror! Deadlines... Deadlines are approaching! So many deadlines they are coming to get you like prowling tigers.They are everywhere and will find you and eat you, all of us. Poor students, poor me (insert sympathy). Why did I spend so much time procrastinating? Curse you past self! I am stressing out so much now, so much I even don't know what’s happening in world around me. My friends lost me from their radars for a couple weeks already because of DEADLINES. My equipment seems more alive … I think they’ve sprouted legs or something. But… the dreams. The horrible recurring nightmares! My sleep pattern is all over the place! I am so lucky Sion Hill campus is open late, so I can stay there to finish my work. Though…the atmosphere feels wrong… like when someone wants you to leave at the end of a night. Maybe it’s just the stress, but I swear that I've seen a white figure standing in the corner of the room… watching me like in my dreams. Once I turned real quick and the lights cut…it was horrid, it felt like hours waiting for them to come back on. I could feel something round my throat…something cold. I looked around to find the person who was trying to scare me… but when I looked in one of the studios I could see rough shapes like mannequins in pail light from window... There was another power cut and then everything became normal…I don’t know where the mannequins went. It must be students…it has to be. I feel like I’m dreaming…God I really need to chill and take it easy. Maybe I have temperature and I’m becoming ill. The worst thing that could happen to me! Or that I am becoming insane, crazy, mad... I think it is not enough just writing a blog. I need to make video blog as well. To keep myself under control and re-watch them from time to time. Maybe get some answers? Someone else has got to be experiencing this? Why just me?

Okay, so, this weird stuff is getting really, well… weird. I was talking to my housemate, and his girlfriend does photography. Apparently her pictures keep coming out distorted. Some containing a white figure, that was never there when she took the photo. He didn’t see any figures when he went with her on a shoot, yet the photos came out the dark room with it.  I thought that it was too big of a coincidence, so I told him about all the stuff that's been happening to me… he laughed. He thinks that his girlfriends trying to dupe him, that she’s doing some darkroom trickery…but you can’t make that stuff up with neg’s. I asked to get a photo none the less. He thinks I’m crazy, that the art students are just pranking me. Honestly, I'm starting to think they are pranking me… but something just feels wrong. Maybe my housemates are in on it too? Maybe some kind of psychological experiment, Derren Brown’s going to walk in any moment. If that’s the case I’m suing…but I’ll accept fame and fortune as an alternative.  

I'm here to babble at you again. My final piece is comingalong. I didn't realise till these last couple weeks how evil oil paints are.They just take so long to dry! Not sure how I’m going to finish on time! Note to self: start earlier. Then again I could drown my sorrows in Netflix. I mentioned a while back I couldn't die before I finish Breaking Bad, that’s coming along smoothly. Anyway, I've been working pretty late. Didn't know you could work so late, that your reality and dreams start crossing over. I do try to sleep. But when I do I have this nightmare. I'm in the studio alone trying to get on with my work when all I can see are dark figures in the corner of my eyes, statues just standing there... I mean I call Sion Hill Mount Doom, but I didn't expect it to come with Ring Wraiths. Then in the end I think fuck this and decide to double-time it down the hill, home. But the door was locked! They've got these window slit things… and in the dark I'm sure I could see someone. All in white, that unyielding stare again. Did it throw me a wave... I heard laughing then I just woke up. Cold sweat, a scream, the classic movie cut. I'm sure Freud would have fun with this... Why do I keep seeing this figure? Dose anyone else see it? If you do then please contact me! I need to know if I’m going crazy!

Hi guys. 8 weeks in... stuff feels like it's getting serious now, so I'm going to keep this short and sweet. The work is finally kicking in full swing, gotta put together a research folder on portraiture not forgetting the essay too. So much reading! It's funny really... beyond all the theory about why that guy is standing like that or why the light comes from that direction, all I've ever thought about is how LONG you have to stand there... Thank god someone invented the camera so a selfie takes seven seconds, not SEVENTY HOURS. Not forgetting all the heavy psychological impacts on society. Who’s offended whom? Do I fancy my mother? I'm rambling! Though kinda the point. Anyway I’ve been hanging out in Mount Doom's library recently, staying late for research, reading (how original) and stuff.  Now this might sound crazy. But last night I was alone, at least I thought I was. Until, I put a book back on Rex Whistler portraits. Those eyes… those hollow bleeding eyes. They were looking at me through the shelf I swear! Like that masked ball dream, white figure bleeding eyes… I don’t know.