Living the artist lifestyle… ran out of gas and thus heating and cooking possibilities, about 5 days ago. Sitting in my large (arctic), Victorian mansion, surrounded by paper, bags and array of pencils.
The head full of new project strands and projects half started and promised…
Seeking funding really is going to be a priority now. No more moves without money and/or other support.
I have got a verbal agreement with the Portuguese Consulate for a show there in september. Very nice.
And now there is a list as long as my arm of places and people to contact, say thanks to for previous help and attendance and nudge to reply and promise me space, publicity and money.
Money.
What a dirty word.
But how nice to feel it in one's pocket.
The artist's car committed suicide yesterday. How on earth will she now get to Clay Outcrops in Wales; for the project "Dungbeetle and Sisyphus"?
I utter an SOS, in the knowledge that I will probably not be called by knights in shining armor with keys to vehicles that I can use.
But still here it is, an SOS with emphasis.
SOS!
