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Carting this flippin’ canvas round with me everywhere I go, just in case I get an hour or two here or there to work on it. First coat of paint now applied and dry, last worked on it last Saturday, next opportunity will be next Monday.

Son’s school has just announced that it wants to become an academy. Why? It’s listed as one of the best (added value) state-funded schools in the country, why does it need to change? They reckon it’s going to mean a higher level of funding. What they don’t mention is they can unilaterally vote unlimited pay rises for the senior management team, and ditch union recognition. It also involves a massive transfer of public land and buildings into the private sector.

How can this be stopped? Apparently it can’t be. Another headache to distract me from all the things I’m supposed to be doing, like earning a living.

Invitation finished for the midwinter celebration. I can’t say I’m that pleased with it, but it does the job of communicating the essential information. It has to be invitation-only for insurance purposes.

Guests beginning to show an interest in taking part in the nativity play.

Found willing supplier of fire-proof varnish and fuses. Polythene tube and paper rope need to be explored next.

Also been having some fun with Photoshop and concrete poetry.

Hoping that tomorrow will bring the opportunity of doing some paid work, otherwise it will be 2 weeks since I earned anything. Bank balance beginning to look rather thin.


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It’s been a while since I wrote here. Lots of things have been going on, almost all of them totally unrelated to art. Summer holiday in Devon with the kids. London to Brighton bike ride raising funds for Amnesty International (including hours – no, days even – training and raising sponsorship). Weekends in Snowdonia with the kids. Joining Sambassadors of Groove samba band. Daughter’s birthday – present-buying and general celebrations. Madly marketing, trying to find new customers, as business has gone through the floor. And suddenly half term is upon us, and another holiday, this time in Herefordshire. And woven in and out of all these, I’ve been falling in love. That’s quite a time-consuming process in itself, especially the writing of the love poetry.

This time I’ve had the good sense to fall for another artist. Another half-crazed soul who values the time and the freedom to create; values it more than X Factor, widescreen tellies and endless cappuccinos in Costa Coffee. No more arguing about why we can’t afford a long holiday on a Greek Island like all our friends do.

Phew! So things are a lot easier now. I’m beginning to appreciate the positive aspects of family breakup.

Back to the project in hand: Fire sculpture.

I need an event, a context in which to present a new piece. This is now decided: Midwinter Celebration, on the nature reserve behind where I live. Invited audience only.

Some elements are now falling into place:

A nativity play. The script has now reached second draft. Those watching will never see baby Jesus the same way again.

A rendition of Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, by a devotee of said star. Well, there has to be a star in a nativity play, doesn’t there?

An act of solemnity: New year resolutions offered to the goddess of the Rotunda Anus, sorry, I mean Annus – the wheel of the year …

A fire sculpture, a depiction of the aforementioned goddess, with a surprise in her pregnant belly.

Documentation. My son now owns two video cameras, though one is rather poorer quality than the other.


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