I spent all of last week passing my Bikeability Instructor training, and I’m hoping I can start working for this part time in the next few weeks to earn that all-important additional income. Today, however, it seems that it won’t cover much of the drop in income at all. I worked out that if I worked 2 days a week, I’d earn enough to cover the shortfall. But apparently I will then get a drop in other benefits support that means I’ll actually only be £10 a week better off. The maths doesn’t figure out.
Everyone keeps telling me I should sell work and earn money from my practice – but I pointed out that I’ve been trying to do this since January, and I’m still not earning what I should for the work I already do.
I was already starting to plan for this year’s LAN Christmas Market, but I’ve received another blow to that plan. We’re now being expected to pay to use the Empty Shop space. £50 a day. It’s a derelict shop! I could book a half-decent hotel room for that price, so why would we pay that amount for a space in which we’re not even allowed to use any form of heating?
We’re looking for another space asap – if I can’t find somewhere in the next week or so, I’m not going to be able to continue with it, and I really need the income!!
Amidst all of this, the Kickstarter campaign has been written about in this blog: http://www.anythinggeekyreviewed.co.uk/cloudbusting-as-a-single-mum/
I’m not sure everyone risks homelessness at every turn the way I seem to keep being pushed to the edges of society, I’m fairly sure that when things get tough, most people have a partner or someone that can help them out, or another job on top of their art practice. Whereas I seem to have the rug pulled out from right under me at every turn and with my back against the wall.
Right now I am literally being robbed. It’s too complicated and upsetting to go into here, so I won’t, but I keep being told that there’s nothing anyone can do to help.
I was invited to go to Derby to get involved with a project that contains aspects similar to my graphic novel, but I can’t go to the private view, because it’s on a Friday night, and that presents childcare issues.
So I emailed a reply to say that I hope to come at a more convenient time the following week during the duration of the exhibition itself, and then I get another invite to attend an all-day conference in Leicester on the same Saturday as the Art Party Conference.
We weren’t successful with funding for that either, but despite this, artists involved were still keen to go anyway. I’m not even sure if I’ll make it now. I was counting on Mum to have my son that weekend while we go, but she says she’s got something on that Sunday.
I feel more like a doormat right now. Someone that other artists wipe their feet on as they get the opportunities that are constantly denied to me.
