The end is nigh.
The end of the first term, and a week more nigh for me than for everyone else in my group. Still, I did it to myself, and I’m not going to complain. My essay is complete and I’ve been working on my sketchbook/research file, on top of scraping together the hours of natural daylight for finishing my paintings. And what does it amount to? I can’t say I know. I’ve been able to define myself more clearly in the last few months, and feel more confident in some ways… but there’s so much ambiguity yet ahead. But ambiguity is just part of the future.
My plan to start raising funds for the end of year show worked better than I’d expected; in one week we’d made £20 thanks to my boxes and piles of remnants and an honesty jar. No extra effort. A fellow student in my group brought in some small items of surplus stock from her former business, a gift shop. Despite a rival group’s mince pies being sold on the next table (the nerve) we did rather well. Now, I don’t want to think about it again until I come back in January.
I’ve been hacking away at the limewood block to bring the form out; there was never any way I could have finished it by the end of this term, but I want to leave it in a state of visible promise, both for the hand-in and for myself when I come back to it after the vacation. It’ll be interesting to see how the presentation goes, and what feedback I’ll get. Right now I’m tired, and I just want to tie everything up with a knot.
I can’t wait to get back home.
