Perhaps you will have heard the old joke about London busses.* You wait for ages and then three come along at once. Well: it seems that exhibitions are like that. I find myself in the position of preparing for two definite commitments, while waiting for news of my possible acceptance for a third. During May I will have my first one-man show in a commercial gallery (The Apothecary, in Thornton) and during June I will have my personal slot at the South Square Centre. The latter was not supposed to happen, but it has turned out to be opportune for me to swap with a colleague. My turn was supposed to come in October. Meanwhile, I am awaiting a decision from the Patchings Art Centre (in Nottinghamshire) as to whether my offerings for their annual open exhibition have been accepted. So, although I have nothing on the easel at the moment, life is very busy indeed.
A great deal of my time is passed these days simply pushing out publicity, largely through the electronic media. This is very tedious, but probably more effective than the conventional post, and a great deal cheaper.
I have never been more glad for persistent rain, because if we did have a spell of fine weather the garden would be clamouring for my time also.
*Considering the proportion of my readers who are not from the UK, perhaps it is new to you.