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.