Anyone with a household of six people and a dog will know dropping everything to attend and art event four hours away is no easy feat. So it was on Saturday, everything had been planned down to the last minute with a workshop prepared for the morning, one child delivered to the Duke of Edinburgh orienteering walk, Christmas presents packed for friends up north (hadn’t seen them in 5 years) and dog delivered to our neighbour to spend the weekend with his friend, the aptly named Kinky. Anyone unlucky enough to be drawn into the drama through my twitter account will know the plan started to unravel early on as firstly I was late for the workshop due to an accident with a dog shutting the road out of the village. I subsequently got there to discover the workshop had been cancelled back in September, then picked my son up from the walk and unbeknown to us managed to split the oil sump on the car and leave most of our oil in the forest carpark. It was only at the first service station to Manchester that we discovered the damage. An hour and quite a lot M & S goodies later, the RAC man delivered us straight back home again and that was as close as I got to attending the exhibition awards night at the Title Art Prize show at Blank Collective.
Back home I rushed an apologetic e-mail off to the curator and turned up to relieve our neighbour of the dog, who, on hearing about the aborted visit (and I even had a new frock to wear) broke open some red wine and the rest of the day is a little hazy.
Anyway, on a more positive note, a little casual chit chat on Facebook over the weekend with various artists from two main towns in the area turned into a more than significant spot of networking as I dropped a few suggestions that they may want to collaborate on certain events. With both parties keen to take up the idea is looks like the ball is most definitely rolling.
