Studio swopped.
My space was 19.25 sq metres – now 8.75 sq meteres……….pots and pints spring to mind.
I was meant to be sorting today but ended up in Brixton drinking Ethiopian ginger and cardoman tea with my son……..so much better for the soul.
I have pushed the door shut on the chaos. I shall return to it mid June.
From tomorrow it is head down; eight weeks to my solo show and I am really so behind.
Works to finish, works to do, framing and finishing, invites, signage, costings, private view…….my head spins and I can feel more than a mild case of panic descend. How did I get myself so far behind?
My diary is empty. I have promised myself only dog walks, artists meetings and the occasional gym.
Already going belly up. Elderly mother off to hospital tomorrow for intravenous antibiotics. Rubbish timing Mum.
