as i prepare for the open dialogue in Nottingham tomorrow, i recover from a period of deep frustration.
the frustration comes from my disability. an invisible disability. one that i am increasingly having to admit to myself just how it affects me.
the disability i have is connected with communication. i might have a degree in fine art, i might be able to talk informedly with another informed person for a hour on the phone, however, being able to operate as a person on a day to day basis is becoming increasingly frustrating.
recent activity with a group has fuelled the most recent bout of frustration.
my in depth personal blog has more details
http://andrewmartynsugars.blogspot.com/
i keep this as a result of beginning the ma. a place of reflection and decision making. i like it as there is no word limit and very few people read it.
the frustration i suffer from is affecting my practice. i need help and support, i have no idea where from. i’m thinking of talking to the arts council person at the air time meeting tomorrow, to ask if there is any dyslexia support available. i probably have to fill in an application for funding for it. i am struggling with how as a visual artist i have to use loads of words to achieve monies to make the work i would like to make. i have heard tell of a group in another county paying two thousand pounds to another group to have their bid written.
words dominate everything, what about me who is disabled by them?
peacefulness and coffee.xx
