Probably the last blog of all.. boo hoo!
As this is probably my last blog, I shall leave you with a little poem, my apologies for the layout but the formatting is rather strange and does not allow for text in poem form! My thanks to AN magazine for the opportunity to share my thoughts with the great unwashed, and to those of you who posted comments about my work. So here it is…
Welcome to the School of Art
Complete with gorgeous sea-view
Where better place to make your start?
Come open day to preview.
Very soon you’ll feel at home,
They’ll give you space to paint
For inspiration you won’t roam
’Cause the building’s really quaint.
Once you’ve got yourself set up –
Found solace in the darkroom
Morning comes and few get up
Lets work in ones own bedroom.
Scrabble at the start of term
To bag the nicest space
But people seem at home to learn
Deserted without trace.
Come the end of three year’s work
Its time for exhibition
But where do all the students lurk?
They’ve lost their inhibition.
Spinning tins and scenes of hell
Moaning T.V. screens
A bedroom made and papered well
A tray of lentil beans.
Oil paints and canvas slack
That heady blast of turps,
Lithograph and spotty back
And sounds like strangled burps.
They’ve really come on quite a treat-
Though some forsook their place
Decided not to take their seat
They couldn’t stand the pace.
And so my friends I leave you now
Three years just seemed too few-
For we must stand and take a bow
And move to pastures new.
To get work home you’ll need a van
Or maybe horse and cart-
Perhaps you have a postgrad plan
For another School of Art…?
