Watercolour works in progress…
She is someone else and you don’t know her.
For an unemployed person, I am one ridiculously busy lady.
I have completed my CAB training, and so this week I was let loose on the public, attempting to help them sort out their problems…. So far, so good. Starting Monday, I am spending two weeks volunteering as a teaching assistant at a primary school… which is a rather daunting prospect. Arg. Terror. AND I’m attempting to organise an art exhibition at the little gallery I volunteer for! Oh my. Unemployment is definitely not boring these days…
And, when I get a moment, there is art! And yoga. SO MUCH YOGA. I love yoga. I have gotten so damn bendy.
Lately I’ve been spending time looking into the more meditative, emotional, calming, thinking side of yoga. Which turns out to be fascinating and ever so thought provoking. A hell of a lot of my art has been about feelings and emotions and thinking (or not thinking) and what’s real (or not real.) I’ve spent a lot of time and energy attempting to fight negative memories and emotions…. With yoga, you just let it be. You accept that you are not in control. Things come and go. You recognise emotions are there but you don’t fight anything. Oh it’s all so… liberating! And peaceful. But I’ll stop there before I go all obsessive-preachy-hippy on you. Uh oh.
(Go look at this lovely lady’s website if you do happen to want to read more about it all…http://www.ekhartyoga.com/blog/yoga-and-emotional-pain)
Absent minded scrap paper biro doodles…
A sneak preview. I’ve sewn the horizontal rows, now just gotta stitch these all together…. getting there. It’s gonna look amazing on a wall in a gallery. Oh yes please! Loosely hung up, so its all lovely and textured and tactile and vaguely crumpled…. so you could attempt to see the other side perhaps……
Oh-so-bored in the charity shop this afternoon. I drew these. On tiny paper, and with blue fricking biro, which I quite detest. I’ve had a hard day.
Charity Shop Manager – “Oh they’re very good, have you thought about going to art school or something?”
Me – “I did. I have a degree in Fine Art.”
I really think she knew this. I wrote it on the application form, she hired me. Although she also informed me that there are 88 million people diagnosed with heart disease in the UK. There aren’t that many people living in the UK. I need to get out of there.
Well I have spent far too long house-hunting today with non-existent money…. buy oh, it’s nice to daydream! One day.
Drum roll, please………. I have opened an Etsy shop! Sadly, my work is no longer for sale with New Blood Art, but it’s exciting to know that now I am entirely in charge of the sale of my work, for the time being. And, of course, it means that it is more affordable, without a gallery taking a huge commission.
Recent sketchbook page…….! Drawn on the train to St Pancras.
Took a trip to the Tate Modern last weekend to go see the Lichtenstein retrospective. Never been too fussed by him, I think partly because in school EVERYONE was copying his work, and I… wanted to be different, being the quirky person I thought I was. But I do appreciate how important he was. And his work does not look interesting reproduced in an A4 book. It needs to be massive, you NEED to see it in person!
It was a really enjoyable exhibition. Felt quite happy, and sort of peaceful floating around, appreciating his paintings for what they were. We didn’t feel the need to read all about him, and indeed there weren’t loads of words everywhere. It was a lovely light-hearted show, and it’s incredible to be able to see the paintings so up-close and from a distance. Some of the colours were amazingly vivid, and, I guess like most art, reproductions just do not do his work justice! In the gift shop, there were a few images I would have liked to buy, but NOT postcard size- I want massive prints that don’t even fit in my flat. Ha. Er yes.
Off to Camden tomorrow to catch up with my little sister, which I’m looking forwards to muchly. Whilst there, gonna go visit Camden Arts Centre who have an exhibition on at the moment of the work of Dorothy Iannone, which looks right up my street……..
Now must go do the bloody washing up. I want to stomp my feet like a teenager and protest angrily… but there’s no-one here to complain to…. Must do less cooking and eat out more. It’s the only solution.
So being a penniless artist is not all it’s cracked up to be. The boyfriend and I have fallen into these horribly gender-stereotypical roles…… I NEED TO FIND A JOB! I can’t just fill up my time with volunteering…….. or can I?! Ha ha. Oh. I’m trying to get a teaching assistant job, because children are awesome and I’ll have time to carry on being an artist. Have had a few interviews, which have all gone REALLY WELL. Or so I thought. So please someone give me a chance? I’ll be wonderful, I promise!
Ah, the man is on his way home. Must get into the kitchen and cook him his dinner, he’ll be tired after a long day in the office, bless.
HA HA NOPE. To the pub! I’m off out. Au revoir.
Teresa Margolles won the Artes Mundi award! Hurrah! YAY! Go have a look at the New Blood Art blog to see some words I wrote about her wonderful work. So very glad she won. There couldn’t have been any one else in my mind.
I am thoroughly preoccupied with job hunting at the moment, and so the art is suffering. You’d think that with all this time on my hands I’d be making loads of stuff…. Oh Em. Come on. Do something. Still drawing (always drawing), but nothing much to show. Have some lovely little sketches.
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!