For the past year, I have ventured into the exciting, unpredictable world of being a full time artist. Some people look at me gone out. But why shouldn’t I try? Now is as good a time as any. Ok, it might not work but hey, you never know until you try. And so for once I am being spontaneous (sort of). Although actually I suppose you never can be ‘sort of’ anything. You either are or you aren’t. You are either free of not. You are either made of plastic or of paper etc etc. I’m not too sure what that means. I digress.
Having set up my own studio, with a massive helping hand or two from my mother and father, I am now a fine artist. Well, I was anyway but now it’s official. Although, I’m not 100% certain at what stage it was made official. But anyway that doesn’t matter. The point is, I love it! No more waiting tables, clearing trays, serving drinks, well.....not every day anyway... Goodbye dirty pots, hello big, soft brushes, smooth, thick paint. I am in heaven. It may not last forever, nothing ever does, but still, give me my moment of glory before I come back down to reality.
Even when doing your dream job, it’s not always going to be easy. There are days when I want to throw a canvas across the room but I was taught by my tutor at university to take a painting to the point when you almost think that it can’t be brought back. Then, sort it out and you will have something amazing. Push it. Test the boundaries, if it goes wrong, it goes wrong. And so here I am. In my little 9 metre squared studio/gallery, attempting to be creative. Attempting to change the world! Not quite. Just attempting to do something. Anything…
