17:22, September 1st 2010…
Autumn is officially here(as far as my psychology dictates) its an odd feeling to be sitting in the same bedroom in which I endured puberty and dreamed many ambitions. The only thing missing is the excitement of returning to Art School for another year of discovery. School is out. I am a graduate now. The joys of a misty future with no distinct career goals or not too distant developments. I can’t even share the miserable anticipation with my sister of having to return back to school on Friday.
I am now qualified, I have managed to wrangle work into a couple of upcoming exhibitions and I don’t have a job that I hate. So am I living the dream? It feels as though I haven’t quite reached whatever it was I was waiting for during the hours of optimistically working away in the studio at college and discussing grand designs on the future with my friends.
Reconnaissance tells me I am not the only fine art graduate now feeling suffocated by the monotony of moving home; no challenging environment, nothing crazy being performed with wheelie chairs and masking tape…nowhere to slump, drink coffee for eight hours and call a workstation.
Things will improve, they have to. Well at least progress anyway.
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT
F.Y.I. Not even Tesco have job vacancies. In a moment of late night self loathing and over indulgence in Heiniken I discovered this shocking fact.
