How life changes…
The exhibition in Estonia went really well and last week I did an on-line temporary exhibition as a suitable venue was unavailable within the timescale in the UK.
The timescale refers to the fact I am leaving the UK after 12 years to go back to Ireland. I came here first to study art but after 3 years I was rewarded with a 2:2 and not much hope of success in the arts (not that a 2:2 means failure but the spirit which which I was left was not one of hope). I couldn’t go home with my tail between my legs. I was too proud. Now after 7 years practicing as an artist and a two year Masters Degree I have achieved a distinction in Fine Art and now it is time to go home and share all I have learned with the people who made me who I am.
Ireland is suffering badly from the economic crisis. There are less people, less opportunities, smaller art audience, fewer paid opportunities, more competition from the many artists and graduates who have been struggling to find a means to survive. How will I survive in all this?
Well, I have been applying for every opportunity that comes up, which makes about 3 in total but I will persist. I also think that by being there, meeting people finding out the lay of the land I will be better equipped to make successful applications. In the meantime the one luxury I have is space and a roof over my head.
I’ve been kindly taken in by a friend during this transition from the UK to Ireland. I am very grateful but I have not made anything for two months. After the intesity of the MA making for 10 hours per day every day I thought it would be a welcome break but in fact I am nothing without making.
I have had some opportunities to deliver workshops with schools and BA students which has allowed me to do a little making but it is not the same.
On Saturday I fly home. On Monday I intend on acquiring same to make and get up and running. This is all I can do for now. Make and reflect and make and hope that it is enough.
