Yesterday I took an original artwork to Copyshop for scanning. I had to spill my pocket contents onto the table as I couldn’t find my memory stick. An artist once told me that you’re not a real artist unless you’re drawing everyday. His pockets were full of art materials. So, what does this make me then?
This week I’ve had a few conversations with other single parents. Theme: How to make work work. One friend has applied for jobs and made it to interview stage only to find the impossibility of the hours. Hours that extend either side of school, before school and after school activities included. One job that seemed ideal had to be dropped due to impossible hours.
Another single mother friend, parent to twins, is having to consider quitting her job as they are unwilling to give her the flexibility she needs to work and parent. This is a job she’s had for over ten years, good track record and clearly highly competent.
As for me, not only do I work as an artist, I’ve also signed up to supply teaching. Next week I have worked out a rather crazy schedule for myself and have had to make special arrangements with her dad, nursery and additional childminder just so I can rock up at the required time and be available all the hours needed. It made me realise I can’t keep that up thereafter so need to rethink this dual job thing. It has to be done, but how? And in between the parenting and supply work, I need to carve out time to print prints and work on next commission.
All these dilemmas.
We want to work. We have much enthusiasm and skill to offer. So how can we make life work? Because to be honest, we would rather not sit on our asses collecting benefits.