Right, the cat's out of the bag. I'm an Artist in Residence. The Artist in Residence at the Quay Theatre. I'm residing. Making art. At a theatre.
It's just, and this is the odd thing, I've actually started making less art, not more. This is a glitch. This will change. But there's been so much planning and general work getting this far, that I have tended to forget that I should really sit down and do something theatrical. Create something, write something - you know the thing.
I am aware that I'm mostly concerned at the moment with fundraising. The above shows are fundraisers, I'm sending emails and press releases to raise awareness and cash - these are necessary things if next year is to be anything like it could be. Even this blog post is, by talking about these things, part of the general HELP-fund-me blob that is my life at the moment. And that's fine, because I'll either get the money, or I won't. The art will continue, just much, much smaller.
But, today I sat down and wrote words. Today, I got in the zone. Today, I insisted that to forget the whole art thing is rather a betrayal of the whole art thing. And Artists in Residence don't do that sort of thing.
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Yup, back on the money. Epic fail.