I have a tutorial tomorrow and for the first time in a long time I feel as though I know what I’m doing. I don’t feel burdened by grades, criteria, modules, marks, assessments or evaluations.
Today yielded some good things, I enjoyed the presentation, the lecture, the discussion, the coffee. I have tutorials booked; I removed my name from the studio floor plan and rewrote it next to the words ‘working elsewhere’. I also signed up for a potential degree show space, I’ve asked for two large walls, potentially in the arena, a space usually given to those working on a larger scale.
I received a poem yesterday relating to my degrees unedited blog posts, written by one of my favourite poets, Andrew Taylor. I wanted to share it with you:
Notes for Tiffany
She has yet to unfold
like a crisp white bed sheet
her practice is folded at the bottom
of a drawer
doing absolutely nothing
but keeping the bottom
of the drawer
company
waiting for supplies
canvasses paints books and groceries
she is still without soil and seeds
work from her room
without concern for whether or not
she has showered or brushed her teeth
roll out of bed start work
start making
start creating
Give the half of the studio back
wander home
In the jug February’s daffodils
open
she has run out of stamps
