Jenne’s notebook

Marcus sent me a notebook that Jenne had written in as a letter to me. It was sad reading the flow of words knowing that life was cut short and there wasn’t any more that Jenne would add to the note. The letter talks about her 18 year old self and literary romance, and us and current day politics and art. It was awfully sweet that Jenne had taken the time to write in the notebook at all.

On Thursday night Claudia and I continued last weekend’s discussion and when I named the previous exchange as a meltdown Claudia took offence at the term meltdown. She said informing me of her feelings should hardly be termed a meltdown. If all that had been said last Saturday was I think you are effected by your drinking then I would agree, I could have heard her point of view and responded but that wasn’t where it stopped. There is a history now and that history is nearly always brought up when Claudia wants to make a point. This scares me and puts me on the defensive as it comes in the shape of the relationship is in trouble. Claudia asked me not to go to beer o’clock last night by way of an ultimatum. Given the choice of course I didn’t go to Richard’s it doesn’t matter to me on the scale of importance.

I moved the paintings out of the lounge room yesterday. I put titles to the new paintings drawn from the Jimi Hendrix song titles. They look good for the most part with the one now called Crosstown Traffic looking the best and just three left to improve. I have to consider when they will be finished. I should take some photos and make the invite for the show. There is a dilemma going on in that I would like to finish the paintings but I don’t want to rush the experience.

Tonight we are going to see the Albert Namatjira play. It should be interesting.