The past year has been unlike any other when it comes to the number of exhibitions in which my work has appeared. The down-side of that, of course, was the enormous amount of work these entailed, with the selection of work, preparation for the event, transport, hanging, publicity, and sometimes also invigilation. The often unrecognised burden is the emotional “work” which goes along with the physical and mental effort. As a consequence I reached the autumn in a state pretty close to collapse. Of course a significant contribution to my distress was the injury I sustained back in August, when I fell on the cellar steps.*
It is good to feel the stirring of new life, however, and I spent today in pleasurable anticipation of the contribution I will be making to both the Christmas exhibition at there Apothecary Gallery and to the Unit 9 Winter Solstice show. It was a bit odd (but understandable) having to conform to the size limitation in the case of the former, but I think that everything is now under control, with my offering to the Apothecary now securely wrapped and labelled.
All I need to do now is to start painting again. Then I will know that life has returned to normal.
*I am still not completely over this.