The important things of life …

In a few weeks I take up residency in the Turbine House at Reading Museum.  I have done it before and well aware that while it is a beautiful building it is not the ideal place to exhibit and work, as it is without any mod cons, so preparing for every eventuality is a good idea but not feasible. So, I have to do the best I can. My studio space at home has all bases covered as a textile artist, print maker, illustrator, and sound maker. I am reluctant to call myself a musician as it suggests the sounds I make with my piano and ukulele is music. I usually make my films in a studio in town as it is better equipped. Nonetheless, the tools I need to be an artist or at least create the work I enjoy is huge and to transport it on public transport or on Shank’s pony is no mean feat.

I have over 100 dolls all needing staging even the most basic structure needs to be several metres long, with legs and stable. They will need to be in perfect repair, so a sewing box is vital. I will not be writing or making books but writing and drawing equipment is required for storyboards etc. The aforementioned film equipment is vast and substantial transportation is a concern. I will also need a sales table I am not good at marketing, but it seems that fund raising for the expense of this exercise alone is huge and can no longer be overlooked. So, while I agonise over the list of things to be done … I rest assured that my dependency on tea will be catered for fully.