It was one of those days where warm layers were required today. After a brisk scraping of the windscreen my day began with a trip to the GP, routine tests, so not anything to worry about. However fasting blood tests are never easy, how is it that when you are not allowed anything to eat, all you want to do is eat? The studio was a little on the cool side today, I worked on my daily page and made progress with a project that has been a bit taxing. Made headway today though. Hurrah! Today’s page is in great contrast to yesterday’s encounter with the black ink, still the sewing machine, and not glue made an appearance. Back home to make some winter warming Leek and potato soup, just what was needed to warm us all up today. Hope you have managed to stay warm today whatever you have been up to.
Well it has been a wild few days in more ways than one here in the UK. I am in the studio today after a night of rain, sleet and snow. The winds still wild and more snow to come, I think. But then it is December, so it is often expected. The studio is cold, but it has been productive today. I have time to catch up with posts here which makes me happy. Some of my prints and collage work are in a group exhibition this week called Libertalia , it is at The Hive , Blackpool and is on until 15th Feb if you are able to make it to sunny Blackpool. I will be there myself on 19th and 21st of December if you want to pop along for a chat.
I hope you are all well, safe and warm. Please if you are not then reach out there are many around you who can and will help.
As I sit here with several layers of clothing, including a woolly hat and fingerless gloves, I wonder if I must be a bit bonkers. Because who in their right mind takes on a studio space in Lancashire in an old spinning mill in December? It is cold, but it is my first studio space since my MA, and it does feel like it is a good move. I love my space at home, but it was so easy to become distracted by all the other things I could be doing instead of what I should be doing. And I do miss the interaction with other humans that you just don’t get if you work from home 100%. So here I am, I must keep moving or my back gets cold. I pay extra for heating and lighting in my space, luckily the skylights allow wonderful light during the day. I wonder how hot it will be in the Summer. Oh well let’s not get ahead of myself, it’s only 10th December, I have to stay alive a few months before I need to worry about how hot the space will be in the Summer! And I am still getting used to the routine, so I have a few days of pages to catch up on. Thank you if you are still with me, it has been an odd year, and it almost seems like there should be another month as this year has spun past so fast I am sure we have missed a month somewhere along the way.
Oh, my what a busy month November was! Here I am catching up. And as if by magic we are in the last month of the year. I have moved into my new studio this month, only time will tell if it is a good move. But I think the time was right to make the move to be part of a group of artists again. Not quite sure if December is the time to take up a space in an old, stone, Lancashire Mill, but I am a Northern lass, so bring on the thermals and if I can make work now then the summer will be a breeze.
It’s the end of the month… oh no it isn’t ….Oh yes it is !
Sometimes it is hard to prioritise time, well it is for me. Especially since leaving full time work, each day is different. Trying to keep up to date with what’s happening each day can become exhausting. But it is so important, I hate being late and so I find myself constantly checking my calendar to make sure I have everything in. If anything gets missed being put into my diary it can lead to chaos. But it is more important than ever to remind other people I can’t always do things without notice. It can be frustrating sometimes when people think you can do things at short notice and don’t understand your already booked up. I think that is why sometimes I miss my daily post here; I often give myself the least time to get things done. I still find it hard to prioritise my work above being a mother and wife. I was really happy this week to go and see a lovely exhibition of some work made by Tina Dempsey at The Harris Museum and Art Gallery , Preston. I was lucky enough to work alongside Tina in 2018 , and I allowed her infectious colour and pattern to influence me in 20.11.19. Other pages this week have been influenced by the leftovers of other making happening in my workspace in preparation for my new studio move and open day on the 5th December at Higherford Mill. https://www.instagram.com/p/B4SkHXADvyz/
It has been all go here this week. I was looking forward to the full moon bringing calm. Well that has been blown out of the water! Not had as busy a few weeks for ages, all sorts of things happening. Today’s page (14.11.19) came from me messing with the predictions made by my phone. I think it is quite odd how it generates words , so I wrote them down as it popped them up.
Time is a funny thing. When all goes well it can fly by. When we are waiting for something important or exciting then minutes can seem like hours. When we are separated from our loved ones it can seem time goes on forever. If that separation is because of death it can become unbearable. A gash is made in our lives that can never be closed. But I believe in time our lives begin to grow around the gap, slowly filling it with new life experiences. It never closes completely, but becomes less obvious, and not as raw.
For many November is a time of remembrance. I have visited many War Commission cemeteries in France, Belgium and Greece. Someone once told me, if you say the name of people who have died, then they are still with you. As I walk through the cemeteries I try and say the names on the headstones, so they are alive one more time. It maybe a bit bonkers, but there are many there who will never have a visitor, I feel that I have at least awakened their memory for one fleeting moment. I have stood at the Menin Gate and watched as people of all ages, remember the fallen of conflicts , age and ethnicity do not hold back the tears. They flow like silent reminders. We will remember them.
It has been a mad month already we are at 11th and I am so behind with my blog. Today I catch up as I remember.
That’s it then, clocks turned back and a good frost to scrap off the car windscreen this morning. It’s cold in my work space but I have so much work to do for a Christmas market at the weekend I didn’t notice . Here’s yesterday’s and today’s pages.27.10.1928.10.19