I have walked over the golf course 2-3 times since my last posting but somehow unable to write anything? May be there seemed no change worth talking about? But I think the reality is it’s difficult to talk about change. There has been plenty of it in my life over the past year or so and the golf course kind of symbolises that change as it goes through a transformation of its own.
Ever since the dog died it seemed to trigger a slow domino effect or catalyst to a string of events, culminating in my children finishing their degrees courses, my youngest about to start a foundation course and my father dying. Of course there is the whole Brexit thing which hangs over everyone like a storm cloud with no rain just yet, but clearly going to get a soaking any time soon.
The referendum seems to have shattered politics into smithereens, broken the constitution and is committing GBH on the economy. A clear message to other countries that if there were any little thoughts on leaving the EU then it’s not a good idea and best forgotten, don’t let those ideas grow.
My own work, seems to be changing as well as I have an exhibition in a Gallery in Canterbury coming up soon and I am working on a small animation festival with a group of local Thanet Schools. I don’t do exhibitions as I work on community and public arts projects so I have little work in the traditional sense to exhibit. I have never made a film or even know how to make them? But there I am making stop motion animated films with a small team of creatives. Taking my work into new areas. I find myself recently appointed onto a small team of directors working for a community arts CIC in my home town. Again outside my sphere of experience.
Here’s the thing: Do you attempt to steer a course through these storms and strive to retain some kind base line trying to stabilise a buffeted ship not allowing things to get wildly blown off course.
Or do you decide to let the currents take over for a short while, make no rash decisions complicating things even more and see what shores you get washed up on, allow a degree of serendipity to deal you the next couple of hands?
I don’t think I have ever been one to draw up five year plans, as to what course I was following is a little unclear but things were ‘going west’. What direction are the current winds of change? Anything that’s not ‘west’ will do.
PS. The horse with no home has gone, the field empty and a low plastic fence goes straight through his field.
