www.jesusonthetube.co.uk for the Jesus on the Tube website and story
www.agracefuldeath.blogspot.com for the A Graceful Death exhibition, paintings from the end of life
Today, I am going to London again. I will see an old friend and then I will go to a book launch. Tomorrow I pick up 14 Year Old Son's new hearing aid, he managed to smash his first and now can't hear me say anything that isn't food related. He breaks up from school too tomorrow. Friday I go to an Elvis night, Saturday I go to a 50th dinner party in London and Sunday I gather my energies so that Monday, I paint. And stay put. Time to go back to the creative stuff. Time to finish Rocking Rev Rachel Mann's portrait. Tuesday I go with the Cosmic Gardner to buy plants for the garden, and Wednesday I paint. And Thursday and Friday. And until the portrait is finished I wear my boiler suit and stick a paintbrush behind my ear, so that no one (myself included) can mistake me for anything but a painter.
And tea with Gertrude Stein is still on the cards. This week I am the embodiment of tired and overwhelmed Artist, I am the living example of how exhausting doing something like painting, creating a loving but controversial exhibition, writing, having a large family (in that the kids are huge not that there are hundreds of them) and trying to be nice, is.
You may like to know that as I write this, I am in bed. 14 Year Old Visigoth Son suggested I not get up this morning, that he will get himself up and fed and off to school. And what is more, he will run a hot bath and leave it to get cool so that when I wake, it will be ready for me. How about that. And he did. What a wonder boy. And for Mothers Day he got his whole year to sign his card, so that I looked famous. Oh wow. I got hugs and kisses from 14 year old lads who I have never met nor know of, and they all have been checking with Son as to whether I liked the card or not. I do like it! It has cheered me up no end.
Oh well. Back to today. Once I get to London it will be fine. It is a two hour journey there, and a two hour journey back. Oh if only I had a private helicopter. If only I could feel less tired. If only everything I did worked the first time I did it, and everything was easy and straightforward. Perhaps it all is, I just need to change my thinking. Monday. Monday I will be back to my roots so to speak. Painting large oil portraits and loving it. Hiding from the world in the studio, and breathing again.