I thought that I was going home for 3 weeks and it became 14 months. It was tough, but also my first time to just be an artist. No side gigs. Who would've known it'd only take a global pandemic to reach this goal?!
My memories include: +walks to a hill that looked over Dublin city. +learning about photography from my Dad +learning jewellery making +dancing outdoors and kids asking was it for TikTok +teaching and bashing the chandelier in the living room +the sense of community in the online artist meet-ups +an existential crisis everytime the restrictions changed +people walking on the road to avoid you +discovering the mountain view out my childhood, bedroom window +my first commission (and second...) +online drag shows +too many amazon orders +plants. So many plants. +teaching on Zoom, creating on Zoom, a birthday on Zoom. +obsessive instagram house decoration stalking +anxiety
I'm starting to forget and it's not even over yet. What do you remember?
Is this the real life?
I feel like I am getting on Just fine Without you. I don’t want to jump Anyways Or lay on the floor Crying.
Too much. But I haven’t- I’m thrashing around Under a dark cloud On a hill overlooking the city.
Can you please not put on the dryer? I’ve spent months on this funding application, Noticing the changes in the seasons And The mushy dance moves.
The garden changes day to day And my houseplants always need To be repotted Or else they will get homesick For the sky.
With thanks, the time for this reflection was supported by The Work Room, Glasgow in collabooration with Dawn Hartley.