A year of Poverty, Painting and Food: Twelve years in catering over, my aim is to paint full time. Stu, my other half, is stuck as a chef feeding the x-thousand over an Edinburgh winter. His cooking tips and budgeting are propelling us through the year on a tenner a day, while I paint.. No comparison to Pablo's talent; I have just named my blog after the Paris studio where he suffered the twin purgatory of poverty and artistic ambition on the cusp.. I am emerging!

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

A short, sweet day

Miraculously, a clear and beautiful day greeted us this morning, following a particularly dismal spell of early darkness and rainy days. Both of us at liberty today, so had a packed schedule of domestic chores and art-related visits and shopping to attend to; buying box canvases from Ritchie and bubble wrap and hanging hardware from our friendly neighbourhood out-of-town superstore. First thing we had attended to the first batch of paintings heading for the gallery - putting on hooks and figuring out measurements and prices. No rest for the creative with a part time job; the cats and Stu had me wide awake at 7.30am drinking some very pleasant Brazilian coffee that a pal had brought back from his homeland.
Despite having an organised and productive day, even washing the car (Stu) and pruning garden shrubs (me) in the dying light of the afternoon, I felt weirdly unsettled and stressed today. Maybe all the focus on show-related chores is giving me butterflies; this is a lot of my work about to go up on show, and it has been a long time in creation. I try not to worry about it and think myself into disappointment ahead of time, but it is hard. Rearranged the living room this evening which helped lift my mood and as we give up the ghost for the night I am finally coming back together.
Also saw the proof of the show invite, which is exciting and I can't wait to get it out there...

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