In the last 48 hours, I attended two art exhibition openings, listened to 14 women play Kraftwerk and Depeche Mode on ukeleles in the local art centre, and watched the rugby in our pub. In between I wrote in my friend’s studio, contemplated whether or not to get a pregnancy test*, and got annoyed with the mother-in-law for texting me about dog poo while I was away for the day.**

At the second art exhibition, an elegant, older woman bummed a rollie off me. She told me her name (Grace) and what she worked in (video art). I was like, wait, that rings a bell, “Did you do this film on Mainie Jellett?” She nodded, and I almost squealed. Mainie Jellett was an Irish Cubist painter who introduced Modernism to Ireland; the film uses a seemingly single shot to weave together places crucial to Jellett’s life, touching on physics (her grandfather had been a physicist) to make tantalising connections between science and art. (To say the very least!) I'm not really into Jellett's work, but I thought the film a beautiful feat in emboding art history and theory through light and movement.

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* I don’t know what I’d do if I am pregnant. Like, I’ve gotten used to the idea of not having children?! And I don’t want to raise a teenager in my 60s?! And, if I thought it was hard getting time to write now, ....?! God.

** I still got her a Mother’s Day card and a box of chocolates; my annual tribute.

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