Last year I had no goals. No. Not entirely accurate. Last year, my one goal was to throw myself into the baby bubble and enjoy the babyness of my existence. With the little one only being just a handful of months when the new year dawned, I figured it would be madness to try to plan anything big whilst trying to learn about the little person that had entered my life. We had joy. We had fun. We frolicked in what sunlight The North offered up then went over to the states in August and practically fried to death. Note to self: Visit parents NOT in August or July, but in something more gentle, like September.
Although I made no plans with my art, I did have a couple great things happen. I was invited to submit work in an exhibition in Dallas, but more notably, I was accepted into the RSA Open exhibition. With the highest number of submissions across the country as well as abroad, that was no small thing. I feel very lucky and happy about this.
So here we are at the beginning of another 12 months, rolling out in front of me like a carpet. How shall I walk through February and work through March? What should be on the calendar for May and what am I going to do about August?
I feel lucky to be able to do what I do to earn my living, however, it is important to remember that if I do not earn my living by this method, then I will have to choose another method. Like supply teaching. And it is with this threat of Supply Teaching that I use to kick my back end into action to make stuff happen.
To date, I am pleased with my presence in Edinburgh. Just enough to be seen but not enough to make people go ‘Bloody hell! Her work here as well?! Gawd, I’m so sick of seeing it.’ Or at least, I hope that hasn’t happened yet. It is now time to embrace a new town. A big town. And my one goal for this year is to embrace London. Or at least a couple of boutique art shops, if possible. Where to start? Must make London-centric work. Next step: Must find a place or two to sell them. Suggestions here would be most welcome.
I do have experience of London, having worked at the Conran Shop a hundred million years ago. My commute was ridiculous, but once I arrived, it was good fun. My hour-long breaks were spent wandering around the ‘hood, eating crepes at the local crepe making cafe, and walking around neighbourhoods that were so beautiful the look of them made you want to weep. It’s time to revisit those old haunts and perhaps make a few new discoveries.