A little rant

Am feeling very, very frustrated today. I want to work but it's just not happening. The world is just not on my side at the moment. Although have had one commision this week. Which is good news. Have finished a rubbish painting. It is all stinky. Don't even have my camera anymore to take pretty pictures to cheer myself up. Want to shout. Cry. Scream.

Flat on my Back in the Borders

Returned from a run. Dreaming of a Wispa. Noticed the twilight. The beautiful silhouettes. Structural plant forms. Flat on my back in the borders with my camera. Headphones on. Singing out loud to something highly embarrassing (motivational running music!). Looked up to see my elderly neighbour with a gentleman friend standing over me...

Am going to use these to develop work both in glass and paint...will see what happens...probably will be a disaster...will see

Re-jigging of Holocaust Slides

We have reworked the projections to create a more powerful impact. The original photographs that were shot with the students have been manipulated and text added. The slides run to a stunning piece of music by an artist called 2econd Class Citizen...need to figure out if it can be embedded here...

One Week in Norfolk (Little Bits and Bobs)

Before I set off I had very mixed expectations. Was warned I might catch crabs...

One week in Norfolk actually turned out to be just what I needed:

...Elderly people in Fakenham. Rolf Harris in Holt. Bad signal all week. Missing my iphone. Forgetting my pyjamas. Cow giving birth outside the cottage. Falling in love with old Hunstanton. Having a strop in Norwich. Lovely art shops. Rummaging in charity shops. Lots and lots of flies. Miles of greenhouses. Flint. Tesco. More Tesco. God bless globalisation. Getting my car wedged in a tight bend. The roads. Satellite navigation telling constant lies. Nonexistent road signs. Not catching crabs. Man snorting milk in Norwich. Park and ride. Never quite finding Henry Moore. Escaping. Watching a cow being milked. Running round and round the same block because the village only had one block. Listening to Midlake. Cromer. Drinking tea out of a flask. Daily strop because my bag was too heavy. My dad carrying my bag. Buying my dad’s Christmas present. Ice cream every day. Sainsbury Visual Arts Centre. Good pub. Good vegetarian food. Caravans. Vomit comet. Picnics. Feeling calm. Listening to Bright Eyes (not rabbits). Banging my head every night. Low beams. Backache from pushing daughter’s bike. Charlie and Lola. Kite flying. Kite not flying. Sandcastles. Sand in my camera. Rather happy. Pockets full of shells. Smiling at people. People smiling back. Pretty houses. Contemplating moving here (might be late for school). Forever feeding the ducks. Parking tickets. Having a beautiful easel bought for me. Cromer again. Steps to the beach. Sandy feet. Cooking for my mum and dad. Sleeping a bit better. wanting to stay for a bit longer...

Greenhouses

I find greenhouses intriguing, funny little places. I like them dilapidated, flakey and with a history. I like the thought that great things have been grown there. That seeds have been persuaded into life. Nurtured. I like the thought of people tending, watering, picking, potting. I like the smell, the stuffiness, the slightly mouldy pong. The tiny, little possibility that the tentative experiment might go wrong. That the growing might not stop...