It’s been a week of form filling. Grant applications, project proposals, risk assessments, promotional emails, and of course the dreaded tax return, stalk my waking hours and haunt my dreams. I’m not good at these things, yet they appear to have become central to the artist’s life.
It seems almost incidental that I escaped into town to meet Fran for a morning drawing. My confidence was fragile, perhaps from too much time spent in front of the computer trying to justify my art. So I tucked my self in a corner and made tentative marks in a small sketchpad. In contrast Fran laid out a large strip of polythene and set to work with a marker pen. People walking down the passageway where we were working couldn’t help but get involved. Is this what they call community art?
