Some of you may not know this, but I love to write... infact, when I was younger, I didn't think I would be an artist, I thought that I would become a songwriter, I used to write about 10 songs every day from the age of 14-16 and up load them to my Deviant Art account... (no, I won't tell you what my DA name is) I grew up, and stopped writing depressive emotive ramblings from my silly little heart broken body hahaha.... aahh to be young and naive again. anyway, I really miss writing though, and pretty soon I have to choose what module I will be doing for the third year of my degree course, I can choose either; an 8000 word dissertation, drawing module (which I am currently doing in second year), site specific art or print workshop.... and crazily enough, yes I'm considering writing a dissertation... a lot of you may think that is crazy, and I suppose in someways it is, but I absolutely love a challenge, and I think this will really push me and inspire me.
The other week, I entered two of my paintings into the williamson art gallery spring/ summer photography and painting competion, I didn't make it through; which is somewhat disheartening but I'm not going to try and comfort myself by telling myself the reasons I didnt get through were simply because the exhibition is smaller this year and that the friends of the williamson tend to make it in before anyone else... fair enough, these reasons may be true, but I'm not scared or embarrassed to admit that my paintings just weren't good enough and anyway, it's only one competition, and I've still been invited to the private view, so I can still go and laugh at and judge the other paintings that made it through over mine!!
In other news, a few months ago, I was distraught about throwing a way my sons old baby clothes that no longer fitted him... these Items that I spent the whole of my pregnancy admiring and collecting- so many "Awhhh!'s" and "How CUUUuuuuttteee!'s" gone into searching these perfect items for my little man, however, I didn't need to keep them anymore and needed space in my house. A freind suggested that I made something out of them that I would keep hold of and that I would treasure. So I decided to make a patchwork quilt, or at least to start making a patchwork quilt....
This quilt so far has been a labour of love. I'm not usually one for patience, however, the repetetiveness of measruing and cutting and hand stitching small squares of fabric to one another has been extremely satisfying.
My life at the moment has been so hectic lately (I wont bore you with the details) but somehow, sitting in front of the television every night putting this together is theraputic and I feel like I am regaining control of things.... it's helping me sort of map out exactly what is important to me- my son, and his future. I'm doing this blanket for him. He is my constant reminder of why I need to succeed. I will give him the life he deserves.
Please excuse the poor quality of the photograph, it was 11 pm and very dark in the house.