So today I went to my allotment. And then I came home because it was raining (it was only spitting when I left home). Someone at the allotment asked if I had brought the rain with me. Which was nice of them.
My significant other told me, as I admitted my not so well hidden jealousy of the retired allotmenteers who can go any day of the week and aren’t forced to wait until weekends and try and squeeze in precious digging time in between all the myriad chores that have to wait to the weekend to be done, and then get sad because its raining on their little bit of green time, that it actually does rain more on the weekends. He says they said so on QI.
Our Radical Print Shop. So I went to a really cool workshop at the Hotbedpress studio’s about a week, week and a half ago. It was good. Read about it at the always delectable Sammy Dee’s, Manchester Meanders blog.
So about a week and a half ago (maybe slightly longer) I told someone that they needed to promote themselves more and not be so reticent about what they do. To which the old adage of ‘do what i say, not what i do’ could, perhaps, be found to apply. But what do i want to promote about myself? The person i referred to earlier is a comedian and therefore needs an audience. But now i’m no longer a full time artist (apply term loosely) do i need an audience? Now i have left the harsh coal front of the creative industries, do i need to showcase myself? I guess the reason i find myself typing today is because in some small, not too loud way, i’ve got things i’d like to put out there. But small splashes, not big ones. I’m not even sure that this will be about art, maybe just the art of living (and not going totally crazy out there in the big bad world). Or even more specifically and diminishingly my art of being me.