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From a small butterfly…

Me in '83

This is my most favourite photograph of younger me.  Velcro wings and shoes, you just really can’t get that stuff in 2009.  I look like a tiny force to be reckoned with.  This picture was taken infront of my front door to the small house on J Street.

I wonder if little butterfly Cassandra would be at all amazed or even interested with the way life has unfolded.  Did she ever imagine that she would get to do the thing that she had her heart set on at that young age?  At that age was I making books.  I would find many small  pieces of paper and staple them together to make a book. I would then draw pictures and write out the story.  When I was in elementary school, most of my stories were about Alexandra the Bullfighter.  She was rather brave, this girl Alexandra.  I have no idea why I chose the Bullfighting profession for her.  People always thought she was rather amazing and brave.  Maybe I wanted to be amazing and brave.  I can’t really remember.  I do know that I am very lucky to be doing the things that I have wanted to do most of my life.  Not many people get those kinds of opportunities.

Would this young Cassandra be amazed that she would end up living thousands of miles away from this small house on J Street…the house with the barn in the backyard?  I think she would have been very excited to know that she would end up with an adorable, happy dog and a bearded husband and would get to walk along sand dunes and up close to castles.

I think she would have been horrified to know that she would also spend many years being incredibly ill and spending so much of her time in a hospital bed.  And seeing specialists and surgeons and undergoing more surgeries than she has fingers.  But, the good story is, she will come out on the other side, crossed with scars but at least alive.  And possibly appreciating life and all of it’s fascinating ways a little more than before.

Life has really thrown out some extremely awful situations.  It has also been incredible and full of  joyful moments.  You can’t really weed out the bad, only experiencing all of the good.  The journey has been interesting, that’s for sure.  It has never been a mediocre existence.  Each year dishes out the extremes and I think that no matter how upsetting that can sometimes be, I would not have it any other way.


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MY space

View to the north

Yesterday I met with the manager of the City Centre.  Yes.  Someone does manage that space.  It’s interesting to think that open space is managed but I am here to tell you one and all that yes, it is managed and managed it is by a lovely man.

I was equipped with Photoshop images of the possible outcome of my touring art exhibition, tour shedule and trusty yellow notebook.  Thinking ahead to September 2011 is such a stretch but it is necessary to get these details set in stone so that all I have to do is just sit back and create by the time next year rolls around.

For one day (possibly two, am still working on the final plan) the artwork will be set up here, in the North end of Northumberland Street.  If you look carefully, you can see a rectangle of different coloured paving blocks which mark out the performance space.  How forward thinking are they that they have marked out such a space for art to happen in its many interesting forms.

In January I will be making a pilgrimage to Dudley and Ivybridge to see what I can do about securing some outside space.  I have already been discussing these things with local authority so hopefully there won’t be any hitches or difficulties.  Or who knows, maybe I am do another hitch.

The view from the north end of the display space

View to the south

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