‘Spinning plates is a skill in itself, but if you find you are constantly doing this then you need to take a step back from your practice’…………. this months a-n quote homes in on me like an exocet missile.
My ‘park boxes’ sit looking balefully at me as I sidle past them, painfully aware that there are only two where there should be three ………..and stuff just keeps piling up.
Pushing Print – the mirror plates are on, the frames checked, the details written and the packaging done. They sit in the hall awaiting delivery to the friend who will run them down to Margate if I will run hers back again.
The collaborative book – I am not running it – but we can’t find a replacement poet…….nothing I like better than solving every one else’s problems. It anesthetises you to the fact you should be attending to your own I find. So I think and e-mail and my own practice waits like a dog by the door for me to take it for a walk……….
I am just so good at this; running things, empowering people, enjoying the doing of it and ignoring the big brown eyes of my waiting practice…..
Last night was the the first night that the Artist’s Forum I organise met in it’s new home. Twenty four artists all happily chatting and networking and the still dark dog of my own art practice waits patiently by the door………..
My elderly disabled mother makes a sudden impassioned plea to fly with me to Germany to see ‘Kaddish’ installed in the prayer room of the building that gave her refuge as a Jewish child. It feels like a late tackle but the dutiful daughter is now embroiled in passports and carers and wheelchair access and the dark dog has given up on me and has slid away ………….