Just a quick post to let you know I’ve been out! art-out! this week, for a very interesting, as yet to be processed tutorial with Freddie Robins at ZAP. Sofa-to-sofa transfer. Arrived with a small entourage – a changeling, a foundling, a little dress and a new old-wool outfit (I wanted to bring all my crochet-work – unfortunately it’s only in fairy tales that you can pack three ball-gowns into a nutshell).
M.E. can feel like a kind of shipwreck, one’s whole life submerged under waves of fatigue, but this week I came up for air and had a tutorial with Freddie Robins at ZAP, or have I told you that already? I’m still in aftermath-mode, which is never pleasant, and the following night was a bit unspeakable, but even from that a small piece of jetsam floated to the surface: so happy to have made it and too wound up and pain-stricken to sleep my shoulder blades became strange to me, suddenly jutting out from my body, metal-made, sharp and heavy like an anchor’s prongs, only out-turned and not boring into the seabed but my mattress. There must be an idea in there. Nothing lost, nothing gained…
That’s all for now. Daggers in skull. I’ll tell you about the tutorial when I’ve listened to the recording (thanks for that and everything else to the ever supportive Rosalind Davis who sent the loveliest tweet ever).
