How did my life ever get so complicated. Sometimes I feel so weary at having to fight so hard to get anything done on this R&D project. Geneva looks like it may bear some fruit though as a gallery is interested in including me in a show which will be right up my street with another four women artists next year. Nothing signed yet but I hope to meet up with the director in London soon.
At the moment I am trying to set up a visit to Glasgow both to speak to curators but also to visit Cathy Wilkes (Turner prize nominee last year). Cathy and I grew up together and walked the route home from school daily, stopping off at the shop for white mice, caramacs and mojos. We went right through school to sixth form and I distinctly remember being the only two to tackle drawing the pigs head in A level art, with hours spent in concentration, the rather repulsive object placed between us. We went our seperate ways, both to sculpture degrees and lost touch until a year or so ago when a curator suggested I look up this artist called Cathy Wilkes as we worked around similar themes. Ironic, maybe. Well hopefully we will meet up when I go to Glasgow but right now it’s giving me a huge headache trying to match up childcare, Cathy, curators etc. I thought I had success but now I realise the date I picked is St Andrews day and I’m not sure what that means to people’s availability.
I also made the mistake of looking up safety for women travelling in Glasgow. I did this for Marrakesh and it said, no problem, the city is surprisingly safe for women alone. Glasgow – oh dear!- it more or less says you must be mad to go alone. But I can’t believe that’s true – people survive in Glasgow don’t they? And don’t forget, I did grow up in Belfast (although I’ve been turned into a bit of a soft Southerner). Someone out there from Glasgow reassure me please.
Also I realise I double booked myself as I’m meant to be running the village lantern parade for our local church on that weekend -ooops, it’s all so damn complicated to get away. On my fathers last visit when discussing health issues he said ‘You’re punishing yourself too much with all this’ Perhaps he’s right, but what is the aternative. Art has consumed me from the word go.
