I have been offered a solo show next May. A whole gallery space to play with. Nothing grand, but a lovely space that was once part of a large church. It still retains the feel of a small chapel and suits the low key colours and the detail of my work.
Suddenly next year seems to be shaping up too fast; a residency in the crypt and a solo show…….great opportunities but the responsibility of making new work that hangs together and that I feel good about – within the time frame – is rolling in over me. Is this sickly, panicked claustrophobic feeling universal? It will of course come and go from now on.
The apocalyptic nightmare of having nothing, or nothing good enough to show, is sniffing around me already. But I know the rules, I have been here before. Every good idea, every happy experiment, every finished piece will push him further back into the outer ring of darkness whence he came.
So – nothing for it but to start work. Driving is always good. Long delicious hours of free flowing unconscious ideas ……….
