:: The work//art//life balance :: and trying to get it right ::


The clocks changed, we gained an hour of sleep but lost an hour of daylight, an email arrives, followed by another, another, a reply to the first, a couple of commissions and a couple of follow ups to ongoing commissions, an automated response to a message I sent asking for invoice details, a promotional email for artsists prints, a phishising email for artists to spend money so they can exhibit in a well renowned New York Gallery... and so on...

A week has flown by with very little time to spend in my studio at Northumbria, bookended with Open Studios at New Bridge and the launch of the second edition of CANNED magazine (that I co-edit) on one side and writing comissions for Corridor8, Allenheads Contemporary Arts and International Print Biennale on the other with a week of reporting for Wunderbar Festival, I have hardly had a moment to sit at my desk. Writing, which was meant to be a means for supporting my art work, has increasingly taken over my practice to points where (particularly earlier this year) art came to a complete standstill.

But, as I work late into the night trying to round off a couple of articles, I'm thinking of tomorrow and this week... I'm thinking of pens and inks and a lithography induction... of book binding and paints and postboxes... and of the two art comissions I have, of trying to reinvest confidence that (as AA2A is testament) there's hope for my art and not just my writing...

Anyway, back to it...

Good Night and Good Luck

 

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