If the truth be told, it is just over a year since I really felt fully engaged with my work. Is it any coincidence that it is just over a year ago that we bought our first house and started making a proper home? It is such a cliche that the best art comes from misery, and I'd love to disagree but it does seem that dissatisfaction with life leads us to ask questions of ourselves and our situation. With the benefit of hindsight I realise that the project I worked on throughout my MA was a way for me to locate myself during a period of feeling detached from my surroundings. So the question for me now is what is the purpose of my practice? Who is it for? ... and since I have been struggling so much to actually do any work, how do I find the motivation and head-space to focus myself?
So anyway what have I been doing with all my time? I have spent a lot of time teaching, gardening decorating and generally being at home. All of which (it could be argued) are very creative, and yet I do feel I have been neglecting the thing I am supposed to be doing. I feel a fraud! I don't want to become one of those people that says "yes I really should do some of my own work again but it's years since I did anything and I don't know where to start".
Perhaps the answer is to find a space (mental or physical?) where I can't be distracted. I think set deadlines or projects would help too. Any help or advice on either of these would be gratefully received.
Oh, and for reading to the end of my boring rant, here is a little treat - my holiday photos of Gertrude Jekyl's garden at Lindisfarne Castle, Northumberland (sometimes it can be 'that kind of blog')!
|An example of authentic recycling - sheds on Holy Island|