I have just been reading Katriona Beales’ new blog about Linz, and it made me a bit sick.
Now I can’t help but remember last summer, which was a joyous, languid affair on the banks of the Danube, swimming every day, meeting lots of new people and seeing lot of different art. It was fantastic, and hot. I was making things and had the most head space I have known in years. Add to this, crackly pork and beer.
It’s hot here too, but I am working in schools in Yorkshire for the next three weeks solid and am already exhausted! Also brought with me a LOT of cataloguing work and am trying to finish off the YSP book for the printers. The driving doesn’t help a sore neck and my little red van is not happy with the heat and the slowness of the M62 – he overheats pretty easily. I feel a bit akin to my van actually; a bit frazzled.
So this is the life I have chosed I guess … never the same and sometimes awesome and other times just way too much, a big piley-on. In-betweens rarely seem to occur. Even though the end of YSP is not in sight I am already feeling a little black dog at my door – the application one that says I should be looking out for what’s next. There are things lined up, but nothing really meaty and I will need some money at some point! But I can’t write any applications that make sense at the moment, it’ll just have to wait until the book is done, I can only handle one thing with pages at a time.
