I had nightmares in my nap, in one of them a huge storm blew away some beautiful balloons that had been handmade for me by friends and I cried. I woke with a start and realised the storm was trying to tear my back screen door off its hinges, and the new cafe table umbrella in my backyard was in danger of ending up on my roof.
Painfully, my sculpture class all met for the last time tonight to share their amazing final projects and I missed it! I am so frustrated and upset about that, I really wanted to see what everyone came up with! I sat at home with a hot wheat bag on my jaw, watching pretty lights that no one else could see float about the lounge room instead. Damn. 😦
I am excited about getting back into the swing of things, I have a list of artworks people have commissioned, work to do on new group The Gap, DI work to do, a new talk to write, Radio Adelaide things waiting for me to get back to them… the art book project I’ve been wanting to do for over a year… So hard to be patient! And at night, in bed, I find myself weeping because it has been too long now since I’ve made any art, too long since I had ink on my fingers and I feel like a part of me can’t breathe until I get back into my studio. It suddenly looks like I wont spend the next several months recovering from dental visits after all and I can make art instead. I am almost too excited for words as I sip my blended soup. 🙂