Why is it that I always find myself desperately getting applications together at the last possible minute? Time after time I'm standing breathlessly in the queue at the post office ten minutes (well, sometimes five minutes) before the post leaves with the deadline the following day. Yep, that's how it was today with my Salthouse 09 application. But it's certainly a good feeling that it's gone and that I've given it my best shot.
The front cover photograph is one of me playing the recorder at one of the Rogationtide crossing points last May and I'm hoping it looks strange enough to catch the curator's eye. Mind you, it's easy enough to imagine all those hundreds of artists busily thinking of ways to catch the curator's eye….
Anyway, I still need to finish documenting Ex Voto on this blog, so I'm posting another batch of photographs now. I've had to look at them all again while selecting eight for the application. It's an exercise that makes you hypercritical of the work which is probably a good thing when there's so much of it.
