The Show Must Go On

Twenty minutes ago I had the latest in a long line of rejections from the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition. This comes as I’m dragging myself back to my studio to work again. There’s a few reasons that I’ve been so tardy.

The weather’s been a very prosaic reason, it’s been so cold and wet that it’s been a grind to get on my bike and cycle across town, rubbish I know. Another is because my writing has taken up a lot of time, doing corrections on the third Phantoms Inc book, and writing the first rough draft of Mari Lwyd - my Welsh folk horror book. Finally I’ve run out of inspiration. I hit a rich seam with some pictures I took at an Anna B Savage gig last year, but when I tried to ring a fifth painting out of them I found that the well had run dry. I’ve tried few other subjects but nothing’s quite stuck, but God loves a trier so having been to the ‘Art of the Selfie’ exhibition at the Cardiff Museum and taken a ‘freaky’ selfie post-Penarth swim I’ve found a bit of a glimmer again.

Unusually circumstances conspired last year which meant that I did exhibit, but I’m part of a group show in London in May so that’s given me an additional kick up the creative arse.