Working seems to coincide with writing. Usually if I’m not writing then I’m probably not working much either. So keeping a blog seems essential to help me feel that I can track some course of development through a bundle of days. Having a one and a half year old son does seem to do strange things to the experience of time. Working around naps and meals, playgroups and bedtimes I am anchored to home and routine, not necessarily a recipe for finding enough time to think, let alone do. Writing helps somehow though, just to feel slightly more connected to thoughts and ideas and help channel a way in. I always feel more artist-like after a good blog. A little ‘I’m here and I’m still at it!’
Since ‘Hidden Landscapes’, a rather structured and intense period of research, finishing September 2013, I have felt a little more adrift. It sort of resembled the period after graduation. A time to weigh up, chew over and think about how I keep going from here (again).
But on we go anyway and the work and my choices, become moulded and shaped around the rest of things. At least as an artist there is that opportunity to adapt and find new solutions. At least I can be the master of my choices. A different pace and a new role have changed the way I consider being an artist but at least I can be one, however I choose to be it.
