*sigh* I'm presently in Cornwall, armed with the sketchbook I created and worked on while staying in the midlands. All brand new stuff to help me pass this last unit. Goo on paper and paper on goo, with the occasional sketch thrown in..the exploration of paints and glazes, inks and textures. All ready to be proudly handed over to my lecturer on Wednesday. All done to keep up with the course despite being signed off by the Dr and being forced to stay hundreds of miles away from college.
All now, it seems, mostly pointless. I say 'mostly' as it's been brilliant to discover exciting new effects and procrastinating over how to actually use them. But. The dreaded black dog has taken me over and rendered me powerless and useless and I've now had to admit defeat.
You see, I had the misfortune to move into this seemingly perfect flat, with its free broadband and close proximity to college. I didnt realise I'd be moving in with an evil little princess. Her annoying passion for all things pink was tolerable. Just. Her behaviour, however, is not. And being the creative-minded gentle soul that I am, she's pushed me over the edge. No, I cannot stand up to her or reciprocate. No, I cannot relish the chance to unleash my inner bitch. No, I cannot cope with the whole situation nor what my depression-addled mind is doing to me.
So, as soon as college is open again I shall be returning my library books and collecting my things. I've made the decision to head back up to Leicestershire where I'm loved and liked. There are other colleges and other courses. All is not lost. I'm not 'quitting'. I'm just gonna take some time to regroup and look after No1.
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