A somewhat slow and very cold day today. I set up the room to record a new set of lyric videos for The Myth of Sisyphus album. I decided to wear a very plain grey tee-shirt, which perhaps most closely matched the feeling of the artwork, and used an orange fill-light, for the same reason, although cold colours work best for this, those which oppose flesh-tones. Everything was done in one take and the videos were edited, subtitled and checked efficiently, perhaps helped by the fact that this album is a lot less heavy on words than the mammoth Dusty Mirror. All videos are now complete and scheduled on YouTube. I need some more for Nightfood, for the sake of completeness.
The news is full of dire warnings about the Omicron coronavirus variant. This has dampened mine and the nation's mood.
I feel somewhat cursed with the Nantwich Museum exhibition, waiting for 10 years or so for it, having it delayed twice and now, after so many plans and events which have been curtailed or cancelled, destined to take place during a period of probable 'lockdown' in all but name. So often it seems that my best exhibitions and performances are ignored, missed or somehow evaded by fate, while insignificant and poor quality events strangely attract attention, just as open exhibitions tend to select my least impressive works and reject obvious masterpieces, such as Royal Cambrian Academy of Art inexplicably rejecting The Love Reliquary and The Starcrossed Escape Of The Psychological Cosmonaut. Such are the dice of the fates. The only option is to keep trying and try to make every event, painting, thing, the best I can. On we push our rock.
