Here are some of the opportunities which I’ve let slide in the past few months, because I just can’t even, at the moment…
Made little print fanzines for the new Maker’s Library, part of a new British Council initiative, at ELP.
Exhibited in Mile End Art Pavilion on the theme of A New Home (refugee themed show)
Exhibited in Roman Road for a ‘Generations’ themed exhibition
Just Got Made exhibition at Somerset House
Sublet at the print studio
Failed to apply for residencies at ELP and the print studio in City Lit (free use of space in return for teaching sessions)
I had a beautiful dream yesterday, that I was flicking through my sketchpad, I hadn’t thought they were very good but they were all miraculously wonderful, like looking at someone else’s work almost. They were oil pastel, which is weird, something I never use. And just everyday scenes, (though the scenes in my dream were in fact quite odd, adult rated and kinky, featuring ironwork fetish jewellery, and orgies in a swimming pool.)
It was a bit disappointing waking up and realising my new found artistic genius was illusory.
What does it mean? It means I need to get my arse in gear, it’s not going to happen by itself.