Rediscovered this beautiful painting whilst packing. I did it during my art foundation course, many years ago…. how things have changed. I was very fond of Turner back then….can you tell?! I always thought I’d be a painter. Maybe I still will be. But probably shouldn’t specify. If I’m an artist, I can do anything. Anything I tell you! And it shall be splendid. Less than two weeks til London moving day; once that is out the way I will be productive and ambitious and focused once more, in my little studio, in our lovely flat.
There are wonderful things to come.
I mark the couples walking arm in arm,
Observe their smiles,
Sweet invitations and inventions,
See them lend love illustration
By gesture and grimace.
I watch them curiously, detect beneath the laughs
What stands for grief, a vague bewilderment
At things not turning right.
From “That Sanity be Kept”, by Dylan Thomas.
I bought a one-way train ticket to Gravesend yesterday. Sounds ominous.
I am moving in two-and-a-half weeks! The packing has begun. And I found these words that once upon a time I wrote everywhere… I should read more poetry. I hear that there are other poets out there, other that Mr Thomas. I have unearthed a lot of the past whilst packing, and thrown away probably a little bit too much of it. But it feels nice. SO MUCH ART! Some of which is actually rather good, which was a nice surprise. A lot of shite as well mind you. Now all I have to do is find a new job……. oh god. I don’t want to end up back in a coffee shop, but I actually don’t know what I want to do. Something that gives me enough money, and enough time, to carry on this attempt at being an artist please. Yeah. Exciting!