I’ve had a rubbish week.
And unusually for me, I’m not going to tell you why, as this isn’t really the right place for such discussion. One day I might, but not now.
But…
What I will say is, when one person makes life difficult, there are loads of other people who make life wonderful. So I will write about the wonderful instead.
Songwriting Circle continues to be an evening of such joy. It requires such concentration, it absorbs and delights me every Monday. It has provided a means of dealing with my emotional state, with structure, discipline and certain formal conventions, but also allows for a little madness and imagination. The people I meet there are talented and generous with that talent.
On Tuesdays and Wednesdays I spend much of my time in my studio. This is great, feeds my soul and brings me strength and fortitude to deal with some of the crap.
On Fridays, I draw. Life drawing, for any of you that haven’t done it, or don’t do it, is a marvellous thing. We have a fantastic model, (Briony Lewis, If any of you need her can be found at http://www.lifemodellife.co.uk ) who challenges us and is as much part of the group as any of the artists. We are fuelled by tea, biscuits and chatter, not a group to everyone’s taste, but it is great. We are a weird bunch, but curiously loyal to each other.
Saturdays I am now spending my time in the gallery workshop at ArtSpace Dudley, where my studio is. I love the idea that it is an Art Space for everyone from toddlers to pensioners, beginners, amateurs and professional artists and craftspeople, all greeted with equal respect and no art bollocks.
Sundays, at home, now curiously art free, home centred. I’ve been making things… cushion covers, cakes. I’ve been cleaning the bathroom, even ironing.
I have around me a lovely, patient, calm but probably confused husband who in times of stress, brings me tea and gluten-free crumpets in bed. I have friends who drive me into the countryside to picturesque tea shops and listen to me rant and shout till the bacon sandwich arrives and I eventually shut up. I have other friends who respond supportively, and teasingly, laughing at the absurdity of my posturing, ensuring I retain a sense of perspective.
I list these wonderful things in order to get the crap in proportion, and find a way of dealing with it.