I'm starting to have some trouble staying at the hostel and being around others. It's times like this I think I must be Slytherin because I don't seem to play nice with others. Or at least I do on the surface, but other people's idiosyncrasies really start to bother me in close confinement.
Soon complete strangers develop into characters in stories of their own in my mind. Like the stinky lady who snores, rolls around a lot and smells like stale cigarette smoke or the older guy who goes unabashedly about in his tighty whities. (His sack seems to be prominently in view when I roll over and wake up in the morning. Every morning.) I label them in my head and imagine all the ways they are a detriment to society.
Actually that's quite tough admitting to, because I don't actually wish anyone ill. The stale cigarette lady is very particular about hanging her towel and always apologizes if it falls onto my bed. I can appreciate that. But most days when I pass these people in the hostel, they are fiends until proven otherwise. I wonder what people think of me? The snobby bitch that prowls around the halls perhaps?
So, Fringe! The reason I'm here! Well my day started getting the hell out of the hostel and into the fresh air. Off I went to Scotlands Museum of Modern Art in one of the nice parts of town. Again I got a little giddy as I linked and mapped some more of the city in my head and connected a few dots I'd need for later.
The Museum is split across two large buildings in a park. It is quite beautiful, and although not a huge fan of Modern Art, there was more than I expected to be captured by.
I'd bought a ticket to the True to Life exhibition, portraits of the 30's and 40's. It was ok. Photos were restricted, but I did note down three artists I was struck by so I could look into their work later. I'm not a fan of still life and there was quite a bit of that, but some of the etchings were pretty. Etchings are something that belong to the renaissance when they were much more prominent and in vogue. Go figure, me liking something of the Renaissance.
Inside the second gallery I watched an 11 min film of a bubble floating around the artists house. It was pretty incredible, it would at times touch walls or floor but not pop, and what struck me was that I felt this bubble had a personality and consciousness of its own. It went from room to room as if searching for something. It's journey was incredible and I would be very interested in how other bodies in a closed space affect the air circulation. (In the video you can hear the artists roommates doing things like closing a door or dropping something accidentally.)
The artist also had an installation in one of the rooms, a handwritten shopping list for every day of the year. And not all hers. Something about that room appealed to me immensely. Maybe the order of some people's handwriting, like the ones written on odd cardboard torn from a cereal box or on the back of a used envelope. It reminded me of something so tiny and yet so familiar and very human.
After the galleries it was a sandwich lunch in Princes St gardens on one of the lawn chairs they setup there. It was a lovely 15 minutes in the sun before the rain clouds showed up. Then I was off to the National Records office.
The Famous Scots exhibition at the National Records was very interesting. Again, no photos, which was a shame as there were only a couple dozen artefacts to go with the exhibit information, but they were top notch quality. Four Scots, four incredible stories. (Mary, Queen of Scots, Robbie Burns, Madeline Smith and John Fowler.)
That afternoon I had two Fringe performances to attend. The first was Daniel Nils Roberts 'The Causeway.' (Of the Racing Minds Improv show I had seen twice already.) The second was later that night and was to see Craig Ferguson as he recorded his SiriusFM satellite radio show.
The Causeway was interesting but I had a hard time determining the Norse story from the actors sketches. Well, I mean I could tell a sketch from something not, but weaving in and out and around had me confused as I know nothing about the actual Norse story. And, unfortunately in my opinion... didn't learn anything about it.
However, The peppering of the sketches and what they were about WAS pulled together well at the end of the show. I think I also felt on edge as the actor didn't seem to remember his lines or the order of the show, yet at the end I wondered if that impression was on purpose? I don't know, I'm still a little confused. Other reviews support the idea that this show is actually still a work in progress.
Craig Ferguson was beautifully brilliant. It's hard not to sit back and laugh and embrace all his naughtiness. He is a charming asshole and very entertaining, I saw men in the audience fall head over heels in love with him that night. I will always make an effort to see him now if given the chance.