Two car loads of stuff. Our possessions reduced, for the time being, to what I could cram into two large vehicles. A box of children’s books, a couple boxes of toys, my art materials in a few crates. Thought I had done a sterling job until today when I wanted to start work on a new project. Drawing paper! So obvious yet forgotten at my former residence of which I no longer possess the keys. So very frustrating.
The move back to Edinburgh has been a breeze. We have so easily settled in it is as though we were only gone for a few weeks. I’ve been shuffling toddler to all manner of activities and play dates. Her favourite activities so far have been mooing at the cow at the city farm and chasing after groups of young boys in the park. It’s the football she wants. She doesn’t realise that in one swoop that thing could go sailing towards her head. I have to steer her away then berate myself for not remembering to bring our own ball.
Some kind person purchased one of the three artworks at a recent exhibition. It was the owner of the art space that bought it. Feeling pretty good about that, if I’m honest. What I’m not feeling good about was being declined wall space at the RA Summer Exhibition. I waited two months to find out I was shortlisted then another month to find out I didn’t make it. Gutted. But I’ll keep trying. I tell myself this makes me no less an artist. It’s all part of the game.
I don’t mean to harp on this, but being a single parent has completely and utterly redefined my world, my time, our environment, how we go about the day to day to day without much interruption in our unit of two. She’s smashing. She truly is. And she’s confident and funny and smart. I couldn’t have chosen a more brilliant person to travel through in life than my daughter.