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Not much to say today folks, but a few photos of my working hanging at Junction Festival of Contemporary Arts, Chapel Ash, Wolverhampton.

It’s been fun, and there are some amazing pieces of work about!

I sit here with a beer (Bishop’s Finger), and a scotch egg (farm, not Sainsbury’s). A celebratory mood has taken over. The recording for the song is now finished. Just the mix to do.

I have had a frantic week, but it has also been filled with awe and wonder. It is an amazing thing to have talented friends, who share and enthuse and join in and contribute amazing ideas. This may be the beer talking, but I don’t care.

We do it for love don’t we? Artists, musicians, whatever… we do it because we breathe it, pump it round our bodies. We can’t NOT do it. We get absorbed in it. Whatever “it” is. Once we are involved in the idea, we want it to work well, put the best into it. You can’t do these things in a half-arsed fashion.

Sometimes people take advantage of this and we don’t get paid what we should. I’ll gloss over that for now, that is a different post. This post shall be the beer-fuelled one that tells people how great they are.

If anyone that has worked with me on this project wants me to do anything arty, they can have me for free. I feel humble and fortunate and full of deep love! *hic*

I find myself a bit over-emotional of late.

I am on the brink. Several brinks in fact.

I am about to install some of my work at Junction Festival in Chapel Ash, Wolverhampton. This has had its difficulties along the way, but all is well now I hope, I’ll be hanging stuff this afternoon. Will take photos when I have, and post one or two.

I am about to finish and hand in my last essay.

I am about to finish the work for my MA final show.

I am about to prepare the space in which it will hang. (Thank God I haven’t got to paint the walls!)

I am about to finish the song recording.

I find I want to cling on to these things, and stay on the brink, because once they are done, I have to move on.

I am really pleased with how the “children” for the final show have turned out, and I’m glad I’ve done more of them.

I had a bit of a late-night wobble about the song last night, fuelled mostly by insomnia and exhaustion I think. Went to bed about 9.45 and slept till 6.45 this morning. So feel much fresher now, perspective regained, analytical brain more capable, problem spotted, and hopefully Dan can help me put it right. He’s done some amazing work on this, and I’m eternally grateful… my inkling of a song idea has been elevated beyond anything I had expected, or hoped for.

So I need to keep my composure, keep going, only 21 days till the deadline. I must try to sleep more. I think the Junction event will be great but really busy. Then I can relax a bit and enjoy the last couple of weeks of the MA.

So. Just going to find a quiet place and have a bit of a blub. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Are we ever happy? Starting to wonder if I have some sort of incurable condition.

Finished that damn essay at about 1.30 this afternoon. A great cheer went up. There was dancing and ringing of bells. The coffee machine was fired up. Cake was talked about.

Its now about 5.30. I’m already frustrated by the fact I have hand-washed all the lovely children’s clothes I bought yesterday and they’re not dry enough for me to iron yet, and so start working on. They are quite beautiful. I shall photograph them before I start working on them. There’s a creamy silk smocked dress with embroidered bluebells; a white cotton coat with pearl buttons, double breasted; a very delicate pale pink cotton dress with short sleeves and embroidered rosebuds; a a brushed cotton nightie with bluebirds on. I know exactly what I’m going to do with all of them. They spoke to me in the shop!

I asked the shop lady if she had any dresses to fit me. I must confess to being rounder than I should be. It is rare to find clothes to fit me in vintage shops. She said no. But I had my secret weapon with me, my friend Helen, who, not taking no for an answer, went ferreting about. She found me a dress. A Dress. A DRESS!!! It fits me. It is from the mid 50s, purple and floral and gorgeous. I show a small amount of daring cleavage! If I wear it to my Private View Evening I will look like the Mummy of all those children I intend to show. Perfect. You might even get to see a photo of me in it.

It’s not like me to leave it so long between blog posts! I think my brain has seized up, clogged, or similar.

There’s lots going on. I had thought, after LOAF that I would have a bit of time. No. I haven’t. I have to get my work sorted for the Junction Festival in Wolverhampton, for next weekend. I keep thinking I’ve finished this bloody essay, and I’m sorry if you are reading this Carol, as I know you have my best interests at heart, but I am SSSOOOOO sick of it! It has one last chance, this weekend. That’s it, then I move on. I have things to make! I am dying to immerse myself in the making! I know what I’m doing there. In the words of Elliot Smith (Waltz #2 for those interested) I want to be:

“In the place where I make no mistakes

In the place where I have what it takes”

I don’t think I have what it takes for this reading and writing lark. Remind me of this pain if I ever talk about a PhD.

I have what it takes to make the stuff, and when the theory attaches itself to the stuff of its own accord that’s all well and good.

I’m starting to believe I might have what it takes to make a song (and with help, it can sound pretty good)

But this theory stuff flails about in the ether, I find it hard going.

So let me get at the making please.

Today has been brilliant.

I’ve been writing and recording with Dan Whitehouse again. We made the bones of another song – lyrics, structure, guitars, whispering, some interesting bits of harmony, some LOOOOVELY bits of delicate guitar and some not so delicate guitar too. I still don’t know what I’m talking about, but I wave my arms about and draw pictures and hum a bit, and Dan seems to understand.

Next session Wednesday we “lay down some vocals” (get me!) I just can’t wait. I have the product of today’s work on my iPod and I’m singing along, pretending it’s practice, but really I can’t believe still, that I’m part of this magical process!