*yawn* Tired.
Last night was really good, although I was mainly on edge watching my balanced plaster sculptures wibble a bit everytime someone walked past on the beautiful sprung floor. I met Ainsley Harriot (he’s in theatre in Manchester) on my way to the gallery and then drank too much wine too early. Surreal. A couple of good friends came along too, which was really nice. I also spent the day (after hanging and before opening) looking round galleries in Manchester. It has a completely different feel to Liverpool and I really enjoyed myself.
I arrived to find my work really beautifully lit and placed and I just had to arrange it all. It actually took me a stupid amount of time, but that’s just a result of indecision and my clumsy ham hands. Kit and the team at the gallery made a real effort to introduce all the artists to each other and to be welcoming. As another artist commented, it made a very nice change from the common scenario of communication ending when the work has been delivered.
The gallery is owned by Salford University so it seems that insurance may take a while to get sorted out. But hopefully it will.
I am going away for five days next week. As I looked back a bit through my blog I was a bit horrified at how often I refer to how tired I am. The last year has felt a bit relentless, in an incredibly progressive and exciting way, but I could do with a proper break. Wales in September was really nice, but going with masses of family was not actually that relaxing! I was also still working like an idiot most of the week as well, if I’m honest.
Husband is pretty exhausted too and he really needs a break from work. So on Monday Dan and I are going to Center Parcs, the height of culture and sophistication :D The plan is Grizedale on the way up (just one bit of art mind – it is a holiday right?) and then to be floating in the hot outdoor pool or getting a massage or lurking in the spa until Friday. We did book a badminton court for one session, but I am already thinking that might be a mistake! He he. We’re also taking a suitcase of books and films and plenty of whisky. I’m looking forward to a pause; a gap that might just spark off some different thoughts and plans.
I sometimes think of places as grammatical symbols in relation to what effect they have on me. Some places are a comma (pause) and some a full stop. I hoping next week is more like a semi-colon so that there is a related point to follow as a result. That probably sounds very silly, but that’s just the way my head does it.
Hope everyone is wrapped up warm as it gets chillier. My studio is getting more difficult but have thermals, will use them.
