The walled garden, 30cm sq, oil on cradled wood panel.
This time next week the show will be hanging. I’ll be assembling cupcakes and wondering what to wear.
Today, I find myself – at day 4 of aches and chills, coughing fits and low energy – not wanting to do much at all. And hoping that tomorrow is much better. In a sense it’s a blessing.
Usually at this point I’ll have paintings lined up and be stressing over holes that have just made themselves apparent in the body of work. Works that should be done to tie themes together, painting the edges and fixing wires. Maybe even still painting. There is still painting going on. Smaller works that are a fruitful distraction and will be a welcome addition to the show, but I am (for the most part) happy about how it is all fitting together, and not feeling nervous or sad about finishing these preparations.
It probably helps that I have something to go on to straight from here. A small works show that will be on at 775 in 5 or so weeks. There are work in various stages of completion for that – and a fair few boards that are still to be made.
When I can stop sneezing that is…