People often assume that I will be on a high after an exhibition...and especially in this case a successful one. I can assure you...I don't enjoy it at all. It's a sudden reversal of being...where I've become used to a continual stream of people asking me questions and giving complements..taking me seriously as an artist....to hearing instead the voice of reality which is my daughter ...my boys...a trip to the supermarket...cleaning the grill pan on the cooker..(which I did! ) and the unending question: what next?
Part of the process is to rehang all my pictures...yes they actually live on my walls at home. I don't like this either...I guess it's a case of familiarity breeding contempt as I'm so familiar with all of them, I don't think of them as being anything special.
My thoughts are as always at this end of an exhibition...heightened creatively...I have a large amount of ideas for new work....I have a real sense of what people think of my work and I want to channel my ideas and see them come to fruition.....the trouble is , I want to sprint when my work is a marathon!
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Wow, this post is really something. The ending sentence seems to sum up inspiration well - often it is like trying to grab a fallen star with a net and then having to recapture the image of that fallen star in your head for weeks or months.
My grandfather's paintings also live on his walls most of the time, I know what a load of work it is to put up an exhibition.
And finally home life is difficult but it was funny to read.
Yep, I can relate.
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