When weekends don’t mean the same

Weekends don’t mean the same as they used to. Working for myself I can work any number of days in a week. Weekends, Saturday and Sunday can be as busy as any other day, so I no longer get the ‘Friday feeling’. The feeling of going home, putting your feet up and not thinking about work for two whole days. But I wouldn’t go back to working Monday to Friday again, I really wouldn’t. Its so much nicer to have time off at other times, although I do miss (a little anyway) the regular pay cheque each month!

Her are the prints from yesterday and today, only small, and less than ordinary papers. Yesterdays is a cake cup, I used the net from a fruit bag to make a stamp. Today’s is my finger print on a section cut out of an Austrian or Swiss bank book from the 1930/40’s















Author: Norma Foulds

I am an artist and teacher. I live in the North West of England. I have taught in schools for 12 years , and now find paid employment making things and showing others how to explore their own creativity. I am happy to consider any ideas for collaborative work .

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