Ba bah ba da bah etc. I think that was how Sinatra put it. I had that song going around my head two days leading up to my first visit to New York last month. Ellie kindly pointed out that I should stop singing it once we got there, the locals wouldn’t approve. I thought I would get stressed out by New York, that I would put in my three days and then desperately want to retire to a quiet hillside. Not so.
Yes, that’s right. I do wish this had come directly from my own well of wisdom, so to speak, but actually I lifted it from a fortune cookie that I got recently. Because of the slight difference in anatomical reference (just a few inches apart, but makes all the difference), my English friends might find it sillier than my American buddies. Either way, I am reflecting on whether this oracle is really in my best interests.
Today was a snow day. That meant that I had a quiet day at home and had a lovely chance to catch up with myself. Of course I would have enjoyed going to class and spending time in the studio, but it was particularly good to stay warm and be still today. I like it when Winter weather gives me a reminder that it is natural to hibernate a little during this season.
Today I got up and threw my to-do list and my nutritional conscience out of the proverbial window. It is Halloween today and I decided that my 10 year-old self would like to go for a walk. I put on a black and red costume and halloween make-up and went on a hunt for French toast.
I recall dragging myself out of bed with lead weights in my pj’s for secondary school, wading through the hangovers at uni’. I’ve never been to school quite like this before. I am there for 12 hours a day partly because there is so much to do, but also because I just can’t help myself.
“Before enlightenment; chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment; chop wood, carry water.”Zen Proverb
I have been here in Boston for less than a week, and everything is new. Following the long series of goodbyes to my familiar places and people, routines and ways in the UK. It was an amazing departure from England, sad and joyful in that way that a goodbye brings to light all of the good things and love that usually live beneath the surface.
When I was at the Bristol School of Art, I started experimenting with wire portraits.
Sometimes they come from my imagination, sometimes they are based on an existing drawing.
I used to make a lot of jewellery, so making these gives me that craft feeling of making something solid with my hands, whilst still creating portraits.
I am going back to school! A lot of people have been asking me about the course I have chosen, and what school was exciting enough to warrant a trip half way around the world.
The place is the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, and I’ll be taking their Post-Bac Certificate (a one-year post-grad course). It is totally hands-on, so I will be in the studio dawn until dusk, painting and drawing. I’ll be happy to get into a bit of essay writing again, but the big thing for me is learning and practicing the craft.
I have made the move out of Jane’s house after 2 happy years. The Pink House in Fishponds is changing, as I move out and James moves in. Boxes everywhere, new era for everyone. Kirsty and Karen helped me to get ruthless with getting rid of things and burning paperwork, Iouri helped out with boxes in the silver spaceship bus.