Sloe
That white thing there, that’s Nicole & I’s caravan, we’re getting closer to moving in. The toilet & shower have been ripped out, a pot belly stove has started to be installed, the electric is being fixed, a big awning has been put up with a bench and plants, I’ve laid a new laminate floor and built a new table. I can’t wait to move in.
p.s. I updated my website – rm-phoenix.co.uk & started a Tumblr - bordeltabernacle.tumblr.com
Such is Life.
Last week, while working on the caravan, I managed to accidentally stab my right eye with a flathead screwdriver. I was trying to unbend a panel pin, all my pressure was upwards and when the screwdriver slipped my arm bent back on itself forcefully bringing my hand to my face. I collapsed my eyeball and lacerated my cornea, iris & pupil, and went into theatre the same day so the surgeon could refill my eye with jelly and stitch it up. Currently I can only see light and colour out of my eye, it’s like looking through frosted glass, and my sight is going to stay this way for at least the next 6 to 12 months, at which point I should be able to get a corneal transplant which will correct this opacity. Until then I will get used to this new way of looking, of having a ghostly presence on the right side of my vision. I don’t know how this is going to affect my work, I feel a mixture of sadness, fear and intrigue. I think it could precipitate an interesting new direction, who knows, we shall see.
I very much doubt they read this but I must say a massive thankyou to my eye consultant and the nurses in A&E, ENT & the Eye Department of Wrexham Maelor Hospital. The NHS is a precious resource that we don’t treat well enough. Thankyou also to my girl, for looking after me.
Going Up The Country
Yo. I’ve totally neglected this blog recently, life getting in the way, and now I can’t remember what I wanted to mention. Stuff happened, it was cool, etc.
Tonight is my last night in London, tomorrow morning I get in a van and drive my life to North Wales to live in a caravan on the side of a valley with the woman I love. When I moved here from Brighton over 2 years ago I said that it would either make me or break me, and while I don’t think it’s gone to either extreme I’m certainly leaving a different person to who I was, with a different understanding of my work, Art & the art world. I love London, it’s an incredible place, and the drive and creativity that it harbours in the people and places is an incredible inspiration that frowns on laziness. But it’s a hard place too, and recently I’ve been unable to spend time on my work and neglected enjoying the present, and I’m too poor to live here, and the underground & buses are an increasingly horrible experience. The time I’ve spent in the countryside recently has been amazing, and I’m more excited than I can explain to be moving there, to have time and space to make work, chop wood, walk the dogs and to be with the best woman ever.
































































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