After spending three days in bed ill, you would think i’d feel rested. But no, not really. Especially as I have spent most of today having stress related anger and throwing things I am halfway through making around the house (mostly cardboard, so not too dangerous).
I just also worked out that the next time I have nothing in my diary is 16th July. Until then there literally feels like no breathing space and I feel like cracking already. Oh dear. I shall have to find some way to manage it all, and enjoy it if possible!
An artist from Linz (here for the Bluecoat exhibition with POST) arrives late tonight. I don’t know if she realises the extent of me not living in Liverpool (25 miles int the countryside), or even living somewhere with no public transport to Liverpool. Our nearest station is 10 miles away so she just can’t be self-sufficient. I hope I can help her out enough this week, although I feel like my mind is elsewhere at the moment.
There are some hefty deadlines coming up, with proofing for the YSP publication due and theatre set work for next week. I think I have put a lot of pressure on myself during this residency too, and as a result am probably being less productive. Bugger. I am about to agree to do one last thing before the NO wall is coming down and staying locked down until summer. One thing that can be done with existing work mind you! After July I can take the NO wall down and put up a MAYBE wall, rather than the YEAH OKAY wall that stood there before.
One thing I do know is that I’d better calm down a bit, panic is not a good match with efficiency. Is it time for a big soothing wall chart? Probably…
Roll on July.
