I have spent the morning working on the WIP. I have decided to give it a deadline for submission regardless of its state by then! It won’t be perfect, but more about the subject of perfection and spirituality in my next blog and about artists I have worked with.
There has also been a short story created from a recurring life-long dream. It’s dark, but there is saorsa there too.
Lists, I have many now to work through over the coming months as the zeal for making and doing has returned.
Last year seemed like the penultimate bad year, especially where people are concerned. There are people I no longer want in my life as their presence is clearly of no benefit to me and mine and has often been detrimental. But we rise above them and discard them. In order to live let live, as Gilbhran said. We are moving on, and they no doubt, will be pleased about that too.
My next few blogs will be dedicated to the artists, musicians and writers I have had the pleasure to meet and work with in recent years. They are mostly peasant, traveller, working class, disabled, gay and women. Erudite, hard working crafts people who have at times been cast outwith the world of arts snobbery, but have still made a good name for themselves as professional artists, community people and volunteers. It is through them that it is possible to understand the meaning of community -whether that is in geography or mind.
Knitting projects – I am taking some on this year. If there’s one craft I can still claim to be competent in it is this one. I have made many sacrifices over the decades, like many women, and not always been kind to my own artistic self-expression. My writing has suffered the most. Music will always be there, but whilst my hands and eyes still work, I will knit. Painting might happen, again.
My love of the arts came from my folks and the communities I grew up and lived in, the small ones and the bigger one. But more about all that in the coming months. It takes time to reveal and share stories.