Current work in progress… I’ve just stopped. Cautious of over-working, will return to it tomorrow. Very happy so far!
I am surrounded by wedding magazines at the moment (guess what’s happening next summer?!) and they are a very peculiar thing. Weddings are peculiar things.
This evening’s painting has been brought to you by whiskey, Marlene Dumas lust, anonymous brides and Avenged Sevenfold.
Page 17 Girl
Inspired by the intense, beautiful, bittersweet and confident Marlene Dumas retrospective at the Tate Modern earlier this year – “The Image as Burden”.
“There is no beauty, if it doesn’t show the terribleness of life.”
Marlene Dumas, 1994
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.
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!