If the long school holidays do one thing for an artist who supplements their income by teaching, it’s that they give time for the play I mentioned in a previous post. You can carry one train of thought from one day to the next, without it being derailed too much. However, as the end of August looms, I find I start to panic. There are things I need to do before I go back. Things with my family, my home, and of course my art work. I need to set things up so that I’m kept going through the autumn. Clear the decks for the weeks to come. I have to be back at work on 5th Sept, so I’m a woman in a hurry!
So…
I’ve had a busy businessy sort of week: I’ve put in a proposal for a residency; arranged a photo shoot; a recording session; framed and delivered work for exhibition; decided on dates for next year’s Life and Other Art exhibition; made preliminary approaches to a couple of musicians I was unable to book this year, paid a couple of research visits to a place I’m thinking of doing an installation/ residency.
In between all this we’ve decorated my son’s bedroom, and erected the ubiquitous flat-pack desk so he can start his A level studies with a fresh space.
I’ve been thinking about what to plant in the garden next to the shed for the photo shoot as everything that looked glorious in June now looks like a brown dead patch of twigs.
I must do some practical ironing, not just little bits of fabric and useless but attractive items of children’s clothing from charity shops.
Been life drawing.
Finished a piece of tricky embroidery that’s taken about 6 weeks.
Written some lyrics I’d like to become a waltz.
Had a bit of a display brainwave…
Some weeks are like that aren’t they?
