Luck. It seems so much of life is about luck. But I guess to have the luck find you, you need to be active, moving, doing, taking chances, risking, persevering, hoping. You do your bit and maybe, just maybe, that little piece of luck you’ve been looking for might just find you. Hard work and talent can only get you so far.
*Work in progress for upcoming exhibition and still waiting waiting waiting for update on RA Summer Exhibition outcome.
A roaring sound
Work continues at a slow and steady pace here on the homestead. The homestead will be changing yet again to another homestead, hoping to move my post code back to Edinburgh. Times are a-changin. And I’m feeling optimistic.
With the advent of the death of Gocco and its deteriorating products, I have spent months, yes, MONTHS experimenting with new ways of making new things. I have gone down the textile route but may eventually veer back into printmaking. This all depends on my living situation and if I can weedle my way into some kind of functioning printing space, like Edinburgh Printmakers or some such place. I don’t really know. I don’t know what I’m doing, really. My art might be reflecting my life.
This one has been invited to be a guest artist at Wave After Wave – an exhibition showing itself at Whitespace off Gayfield Square in Edinburgh. There will be three new pieces, which I have been lovingly making over the past few weeks. I have ventured into photography for this one.
The exhibition runs from May 15 to June 11 and my three pieces will be visiting for the first two weeks. Will update closer to the time. I must give thanks to Jimmy Steel who has invited myself and others to share in his exhibition.
Easter plans have been abandoned due to toddler becoming poorly last night. There should have been games in the sunshine today but now she’s napping and I’ve been reading. Flannery O’ Connor, in case you’re wondering. I highly recommend. The other Easter thing happening that toddler and I didn’t go to involved the part of toddler’s family that walked out over a month ago. I’m sure we could’ve gone to his family Easter fun. I’m even more sure it would’ve been awkward.
And so. Single mom. How to do this new thing. And somehow keep on keepin on, hanging on to the part of my identity that feels like it’s an artist.
Someone said to me the other day, you’re not an artist if you don’t have a sketchbook with you all the time. My pockets are filled with tissues and biscuits and crayons for my daughter. This spells out MOM clearly, but doesn’t make me less of an artist; just one that can’t drop everything and draw on a whim. I’m ok with that. I love being her mother.
With all that said, I have been shortlisted for the RA summer exhibition. I needed this. I really needed this. This is already a win for me.