It seems like a long time since I last wrote. Since then a whole heap of things have happened, on a very personal level. The thing about art though, it is so very personal, it's impossible, for me anyway, to extract one from the other. Hence the gap in communication. The things – right, well –
Within a fortnight I had left my four children for the aforesaid lavishly decadent four days in Marrakesh at my nieces wedding. As Jewish and Christian blessings were performed over the sound of the muslim call to prayer, a man with Buddhist leanings talked about the future of faith in a pluralist world. Within days I had left the luxury hotel and returned to the UK to pack and take the children to Butlins, Minehead to join 8000 others at the Christian conference, Spring Harvest (yes – I know I said that word – dont panic, I don't think anyone reads this anyway) to join some of the worlds greatest thinkers, talkers and theologians discussing, taking apart and looking at, social justice in an aching world.
Into the bargain, while this was going on, I was diagnosed with diabetes, which, added to my coeliac disease means all I can virtually eat for the rest of my days are leaves, Add on a husband whose having a mid life crisis on the career front and you can see I had a lot to process.
Back in the studio, I'm just about finished the hospital commission that has dragged on from last year – it has been so modified in order to adhere to the rigourous regulations avoiding vandalism, I'm not sure where I am in it. More time at last though, to concentrate on my ACE funded R&D.
