Head Space Daily Words...

As a freelancer, my days at home, when I’m not working, are generally spent firing off carefully composed e mails to let clients know that I am available for work, or try and break through with new clients and put myself on their radar. It is a full time job in itself and when I’m not putting myself out there – if I let myself relax and dare I say it, enjoy myself – then guilt can take over, leaving me feeling like a lazy, worthless, good for nothing layabout. The best situation therefore, is when I can combine work and pleasure by getting out for a work related engagement and throwing some enjoyment into the bargain as well. I met a friend on Tuesday who is establishing a media empire in Hoxton, today I met with another friend who is in the process of getting a business off the ground. We met to discuss his plans and to see if we cold work together. We had coffee in Gail’s on Wardour Street, spending over an hour plotting how to take the world by storm and once we had gone our separate ways, I headed over to Berwick Street Market where I bought a fantastic chicken burrito. Whilst queuing for said Mexican style wrap, as I looked out between two market stalls, I became aware of a couple of men kneeling down in the road, behind the market stall awnings. On closer inspection, I realised there was a group of Muslim men praying towards the Raymond Revue Bar, in the direction of Mecca. They continued for a couple of minutes, then got to their feet, put their shoes back on and went their separate ways. I had never noticed the Islamic Centre on Berwick Street before. Next stop was Golden Square to eat my burrito. I remember writing about Golden Square several weeks ago, mentioning that the statue in the middle of the Square, was donated to the people of Golden Square, as no one would buy it in auction, because it was so ugly. I can confirm that it is fairly grotesque. If I had been a Golden Square resident at that time I would have been insulted to be offered that pot bellied, featureless monstrosity. I then walked from Golden Square, over Regent Street and a back route to Green Park underground station, which took me past a couple of art galleries. The Gazelli Art House had some amazing wooden life model sculptures in the window – I’ll post a photo in the next day or so – and the Mead Carney Gallery, also on Dover Street, featured work from artists called Hijack and Mr.Brainwash. The Hijack pieces were a little Banksy derivative but were very well done, had a good sense of humour and some interesting 3-D effects going on with its use of materials in certain pieces. Again, I’ll post a picture next week. So, all in all, a good day. A positive meeting,  exploring work possibilities, then watching life, people, taking in colour, sights, sounds and culture. Not once have I felt like a good for nothing layabout…