tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38160582011-12-02T23:17:19.218-08:00Jan ManzilThe story of the artist Jan Manzil's day to day life and work.
Part of the exhibition - 'Jan Manzil - My Life in Arte'userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-1082092691762429882004-04-15T22:13:00.000-07:002004-04-15T22:22:04.310-07:00Last night I had a great old time, I decided to make sticky toffee pudding and once I started I just couldn't stop. Every time one was ready I scoffd it! Then I made another, I ended up eating 23 - ooh do I feel sick today.
Anyway come what may - I am excited this morn because I have a new job!
I got talking to the guy in the petrol station on Peckham road where I do my shopping and he said thereuserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-1081965655698914772004-04-14T11:00:00.000-07:002004-04-14T11:04:46.543-07:00Today is gonna be the day that I'm gonna give it back to you, right now I should've somehow realised what I have to do, I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.
Oh yeah, that's right!!! - I have begun a new evenin class just last night - it is in spinning. I've always fancied spinning my very own yarn and now I am giving myself the ability to do so. I plan to purchase my userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-1081423343764697122004-04-08T04:22:00.000-07:002004-04-08T04:26:06.140-07:00I am so happy to be back - I feel like a different wooman. Over the last year and a half I have travelled the world taking in all manner of new ideas and culture - meeting men I shall never see or hear of again only dream of, men of all copurs and breeds - it has been exciting, it has been eye opener.
So many types about i never realised. But now I return to my blog and to my online diary - it'suserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-1081423205687418312004-04-08T04:20:00.000-07:002004-04-08T04:23:48.076-07:00I am so happy to be back - I feel like a different wooman. Over the last year and a half I have travelled the world taking in all manner of new ideas and culture - meeting men I shall never see or hear of again only dream of, men of all copurs and breeds - it has been exciting, it has been eye opener.
So many types about i never realised. But now I return to my blog and to my online diary - it's userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-834111272002-10-23T09:29:00.000-07:002002-10-23T09:30:43.000-07:00Today I was shocked to hear that Lesley Jud has been accused by Yureka
of abusing her. I think this is disgusting and it reminded me and brought back a dark
memeory of the time I met Lesley. I saw her in the street and tried to get her biograph off of her.
She said yes but the next minute she was on top of me and trying to tempt me into her house with blupeta badges.
Lukily I got her off of me, userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-831661132002-10-18T06:03:00.000-07:002002-10-18T06:06:03.000-07:00I have mice. Last night I waoke to a disgusting scratching and eating sound coming from under my bed.
I went an goit my torch and shined it and then i saw them, there were 5 of them under my bed and they
were eating my socks and pants, there was a big pile of the remnanats and elastics from lots they'd already got thru.
I feel disgusted having mice, for 1 I don't have any pants or socks to userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-831130882002-10-17T05:05:00.000-07:002002-10-17T05:05:36.246-07:00I had a terrible night last night, I was kept awake for nearly the whole lot, by my mongrel Neil.
He's started howling non stop every night. Now he's begun to howl in tune! I think maybe it's because
I changed his food to some cheaper stuff with dead fish in it and it's makin him hypa?
Or maybe it's because all this week I've been reminissing and playing 'Calling Elvis'
by Dire Straits. I been userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-830551682002-10-16T03:11:00.000-07:002002-10-16T03:11:03.330-07:00I was blind now I can see, there's a picture over me, I was blind but now I can see,
I'm moving on up now, to the top now, my life shines on, my life shines on,
my life shines on.
These words mean alot to me, you could say that words mean alot at the time
and don't mean nothing later. I rememebr singing this song when I was packing my bags to move out from my ex-husband's house.
I'd just spent auserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-830093822002-10-15T04:45:00.000-07:002002-10-15T04:45:36.893-07:00It's getting really cold outside at the moment, I have no heating in my flat because I've been told that it's better for you,
but I find it difficult. Yesterday I decided to make my own electric blanket, I downloaded the file from the net and they said you could
make one for less than a pound which is great. It's not very hard and I'm real warm now! I advise everyone 2 make one..I made mione out userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-828354062002-10-11T03:50:00.000-07:002002-10-11T03:50:44.283-07:00I always make bread and butter pudding on Fridays. I don't know why, sometimes I want to make something else,
last week I was gonna make bread and butter instead but just at the last minute I felt compelled to make the pudding.
All this bread and butter is dragging me down, I'm not sure it's good for me to eat a whole pudding myself each Friday.
Sometimes I can't get it all down so I give a bit userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-827847842002-10-10T03:19:00.000-07:002002-10-10T03:19:26.270-07:00I just got given a great new book, it's called 'Knitting with Dog Hair'
I've got this big mongrel dog called Neil and he's always shedding hair all over me whilst licking my face, sometimes it gets in my food and I end up cooking it, it is real disgusting and on top of this I cannot toilet train him and he's always leaving little messages round the house! When guests are round I
can't get him userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-827842522002-10-10T02:52:00.000-07:002002-10-10T02:52:32.210-07:00Winter is a coming and the geese are getting fat,
Time to put a penny in Jan's straw hat,
Winter is a coming and my life is getting flat,
Time to walk the dogs for miles and
I couldn't think of the word to put there after 'and' I know it needs to end in 'at'
but I was trying to evoke a winter's day, me, waking early to firstly feed the dogs and then
take them out onto the crispy crinkled earthuserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-826815622002-10-08T02:57:00.000-07:002002-10-08T02:57:19.833-07:00Last night was my evening class. I'm learning website design and htmn. My friend Rob tells me that I could earn a fortune if I was good with
the internet and he likes my painting so knows I could draw nice websites for people. He said that anyone can internet if they want to.
My teacher Karen is really nice, she says I'm a natural. We looked at Netscayp Navigater which is like a mouse trap and userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-826386292002-10-07T07:58:00.000-07:002002-10-07T07:58:46.186-07:00Today I've been at work, it is very dull. I work for a pest control company in the small pest compartment.
At 07:00 I had to go to an old lady's house in Turnpike Lane, her house was riddled with mice, rats,
fleas, wasps and flies. it was disgusting. There was all manner of rotting food scattered all over the place,
it was no wonder she had pest issues. I got to work hearding all the pests into userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-824686702002-10-03T08:01:00.000-07:002002-10-03T08:01:16.793-07:00Woman
I may not look good,
I may not look right,
But I'm an angel in disguise,
I'm just a woman,
I'm deep inside.
Jan Manzil 1990userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-824676572002-10-03T07:37:00.000-07:002002-10-03T07:37:44.330-07:00I hate capitalists, I wish that I could typex them out of this world. Wherever I walk I see them, running around with money ouzing out of all their orrifices, spoiling the beauty of totnim caught road.
I feel my role as an artist is toeliminate them. Yesterday I bought 5 bottles of typex and when I saw a capitalyst I started trying to
typex him out, I nearly got his left arm done but then I ran userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-824674482002-10-03T07:32:00.000-07:002002-10-03T07:32:20.540-07:00I just got tickets to see Mark Knopfler alive. I am exciting by it! I carry a lock of his hair in my handbag, I pulled it out of his head when I was
at a concert and was getting his autograph, they chased me for a while but i managed to hide in a tree. Anyway I think it brings me luck, in my work Mark is always creatively with me. Some of his song lyrics remind me of what it is to be alive. userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-824620782002-10-03T04:45:00.000-07:002002-10-03T06:59:50.000-07:00I'm having issues with my hoover today. I saw a pile of filth and tried to hoover at it but it just blew it all around the lounge,
I couldn't believe it. I tried to fix it and then emptied some more filth out from the bin but that time it was just blown further,
I kept on fixing and sucking at more bits of filth but each way it was blown further. My whole longe is now sprinkled with dog hairs anduserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-823656472002-10-01T07:31:00.000-07:002002-10-03T06:59:55.000-07:00Pissaro my small jackrussell terrier is desperately ill, we were messing around last night and I tripped over an old box and landed on him.
Then my mungrel Cezanne came and bit his leg. There was a terrible squeel as Pissaro fell to the floor howling and Cezanne turned and went for me, luckily I could grab Harry Potter from my desk and I managed to knock him out. This morning I got up at 6 and userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-823161112002-09-30T08:26:00.000-07:002002-10-03T07:00:04.000-07:00Canine Art in Canning Town!
I always hate Mondays, I think it's because I am so excited by the start of the new week and all the things I'm gonna make!
I just never know where to start because it's all so pleasing.
At the moment I'm working on an interactive performance piece, it's about my dogs. Since I got divorced I seem to have bought more and more dogs, I can't resist em! They're so small userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816058.post-821954262002-09-27T08:21:00.000-07:002002-10-03T07:00:10.000-07:00My Life in Arte - Jan Manzil
Hello, my name is Jan, I see to myself as a fem – minimalist , because I do performances that cover issues of being a feminine woman in the 21st century and they are tiny performances, I don’t do a lot, tiny tiny things which have big complex meanings, little tiny things which mean big huge things. Anyway so I hope that this will help you alot.
Sometimes when I userhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03351227823940196931noreply@blogger.com