Having decided there is nothing to be done bar try to adjust, I hide in drawing. I miss my studio and my cat, peace and quiet, the ability to work fourteen hours a day straight through, no one caring what I am up to, no one talking to me, no one looking at me, no one trying to have a chat. It stops the confusion, helps me get through times when I have to sit still, gives me something to focus on when I want to scream, or cry, or both, and even produces ideas for the next piece of work. Here's a few I made this week.
P.s. What about Corbyn eh? There's a situation and a half...
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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