I feel disconnected from being an artist after the rupture of Christmas. I have been worrying that May will bring a great hike to the rent of my studio, which contributes to stalling about starting anything. And it is so cold. Not to mention that the finished goddess is so enormous she fills almost my whole small studio leaving no room for anything new. My plan has been to make two more large triple goddesses. I have some small versions evolving but the final forms and materials are still brewing. But, I am having an exhibition. It will be in the gallery space at Waterstone's in Gower St from the end of April and I am planning to combine showing my art works with some reading recommendations
The last blog became so constipated and paranoid from procrastination that my 2017 blog resolution is to post more often. I doubt my mastery of sentences to express what I want to say – when I write I feel meaning unravelling behind me even as I attempt to push forward into thought. I don't know if I can even think! Picture Mona Hatoum’s piece “+ and -” in which two blades revolve in a pool of sand – one marking out concentric lines and the other following to obliterate them. So at the beginning of 2017 here is where I am - lots of books on the go and ideas fermenting: At the end of last year I read an essay on writing by Anne Patchett1 There was much that seemed relevant to my proces
