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After last post decided to take a break from blogging; aim to be back in September. Until then I’ll be pondering the links between snippets of texts, ideas and images mixing it up in my tired head: Iphigenie, Grimm’s The Girl without Hands, Otto Dix’ invalids, LR’s girl, Crivelli’s child watching the annunciation, Elfriede Lohse-Wächter’s work, Suetterlin, nursery rhymes, primary colours, polymorph modernist shapes, bodies and psyches, right (and left) arms, the gestures/deeds they are capable of, sleeves, stares and stories, hand-me-down memories… Will look at old photos with my mom, maybe record some of our conversations, crochet, draw, cut, tear, note, think, but first of all take long series of deep breaths and unwind the tightening coils of my brain.

Closed my Linkedin and Facebook accounts, when time is right will start from scratch and make better use of them. Skull-pains much better – good reason to break into stand-up song and lie-down dance. Dizzy though much of the time, esp. when supine, seem to be floating feet up to the ceiling, flat and flimsy as a tissue paper doll. Tune in for whispered version of Louis Armstrong oldie Nobody knows how tired I have been…

On Saturday I received a letter from the Arts Council – my grant application, supported by the Arthouse (for money to pay art-professional to support, evaluate and enhance my practice, establish ways of more effectively linking me into the (art) world and researching how artists who, for reasons of ill-health or others, are excluded from regular direct participation in networking, face-to-face contact at exhibition openings, training, interviews, studio visits and other events, can build and sustain relationships with arts professionals and audiences) has been rejected. Set in motion all kinds of useless dispiriting thoughts about where they’d found me wanting – my art, my project, myself… Luckily had been bolstered a bit by lovely, constructive art/life visit from Kate Murdoch the day before. Brushing off, bumbling on. Threads to pull, see what comes. Until soon. Have a good summer!


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