This degree show lark is slow going. I put up work, then I take it down again as it isn't straight. I put it up and take it down again to put in another position. I continue doing work that may not even be included in the show. It's all good fun.
Thanks to our Head of Art at Derby Uni – Scott Green. He pointed out that my paintings were too low which affected how they viewed. I must admit that I had a bit of skepticism, but moved them anyway. I hold my hand up and say. Scott, you were right, I didn't think it would make that much difference.
The exhibition area is slowly starting to change, more people are in working, the spaces are all secure, work is going up on the walls and panic is starting to set in. We have to get our work completed this week-end. Our assessment starts on Tuesday morning until Thursday morning when we are allowed back in to tidy up and make last minute adjustments then Friday is the big day.
It's strange, when I think of the degree show I must admit that it is with a mix of emotions, nervousness, excitement, sadness and a touch of fear. It is the end of an era, but the start of something new. Our walking reins will be cut free and we will be off into the big wide world. Whether it is with faltering steps or a mad gallop remains to be seen. What is certain is that I will miss the university, the group, the structure and the safety net that these provide, but I am ready to leave. I need to leave, to recharge my creative batteries, to wander free, unfettered and unrestricted, to make my own mistakes and not to have to worry about trivialities like grades, critiques or even conceptualising every damn thing I make…..for a little while anyway, until I grab the next safety net that comes along
