For me, all art is in some way an interpretation of the human condition, expressed in a manner considered to be art by the artist.
‘Degrees unedited blogs are for students to discuss the lead up to their degree show, revealing how things unfold.’
Bearing this in mind, things have yet to unfold. My practice is currently folded, like a crisp white bed sheet at the bottom of a drawer. Lying there, doing absolutely nothing but keeping the bottom of the drawer company.
I spent most of today waiting for canvasses, paints, groceries, books, an easel and a tomato growing kit to arrive. My groceries eventually arrived. I am still without books, art supplies, soil and seeds.
