Wednesday, 7 December 2011
collars under jumpers, boots with fur on the inside, the first snow of winter. nothing too intense so far but thick with the promise of mayhem to follow; skies heavy with white cloud, threatening to fall, dangling on the precipice of silent carnage, making these distinctively scottish buildings seem even darker and greyer than usual. the fourth photo shows the roofs of my english buildings - castle house and kennedy hall, and they were taken from my garden. being so close to where i have tutorials is such a luxury in these winter days, when being outside for longer than five minutes has you chilled right down to the bone. we crowd together in an office lined with books and empty teacups, talking of paradises lost and metaphysics explained, wondering if adam would have eventually eaten the apple without her, or if donne is even talking to anybody but himself. and then in art history we're catapulted into the much more modern; into munch, and mackintosh, and the anxiety & nervousness of whiplash paint on a turn-of-the-century canvas. i'd tell you what we're doing in mediaeval history if i knew - as you no doubt can imagine, it's hard to get out of bed for morning lectures when the world outside is on it's way to frozen.