Being an art graduate it TOUGH. Maybe the toughest. I’m trying my best to carry on painting, and make the most of my studio, but at the same time I need to earn a living, and pay the rent. Not to mention getting regular exercise, housework, having a social life, affording a social life, keeping up with grad friends with grad jobs and prove I’m not a classic art grad waste.
Last week it all came together a dream. Three days in the studio, a cheeky run, lovely social times, and the perfect shift to tips ratio. POW.
This week is not going to be a dream. Closing last night, tonight, tomorrow night, and I think the next two nights after that. I’ll be an exhausted nocturnal little shrew, moaning about not using the studio. Why aren’t I in the the studio now? I’m already in shrew mode, equipped with duvet, tea, and a healthy dose of bitterness.










