What happens next

The temperature hovers around 30C as I lie on my studio floor. There is no air as I daren't open the window as it's almost impossible to close again. With rain and thunderstorms forecast I don't want to flood all my new work. The window situation is now high on my list and so I find myself in one of my back rooms. The sun hasn't reached here and it's time to take stock. I have remembered that I haven't written the blog for ages and decide to post some writing and "Looking Forward" . This is large watercolour that I made as lockdown restrictions were eased. 

I swam in the sea at 7am and this was the best part of my day so far. Infact, I wish I'd stayed there as I'm feeling extremely unsettled today. That was very good for the ironing basket as I must have ironed (very badly) at least 50 items at 9am  - this is not like me at all. Since then I have wandered from pillar to post, feeling like a lost sheep. I have a lot of painting that I need do for various upcoming Exhibitions but it's not the right time so I gaze out of the window instead, wishing that I could give my brain a rest.

One of my large lockdown drawings got through to the second stage of the Trinity Buoy Wharf Drawing Prize (formerly the Jerwood Drawing prize) but didn't reach the final 65. A very famous artist tweeted that she didn't get to the final stage either and I felt amused to be keeping good company. I have an idea for next year and realise that it's the whole taking part that is so good - the thrill of making authentic work and the next thrill of not being thrown out in the first round. During lockdown I became much more experimental which is how I see being truly "Creative." Thankfully I've carried on working in this way and it's such a breath of fresh air to move around with ideas and see where they take you.