Today I said goodbye to my fella. He returned to Isle of Man and I am continuing with the second half of my art school doings. At least I think my fella has returned to the Isle of Man, last I heard he was sitting on Gatwick runway with the pilot conveying his doubts as to the survivability of landing on the Island due to the perilous weather conditions. For all I know, he could be circling Ronaldsway Airport as I type.
Meanwhile, I am sitting in the bar of the Tavistock Hotel (a mere 10 minute walk from Central Saint Martins, where I am due to take classes next week) with a cocktail and a bowl of chips. I have eaten so many chips on the trip, that I’ll have to get my fella to extend my Weight Watchers subscription to 9 months. Also, I feel silly for making such a song and dance about not being a big drinker, when, on this trip, I have imbibed everyday. All I can say is, it is no small mercy I live in the woop woops, miles from a chippy or a drinking establishment.
I’ve just come back from a lovely afternoon of visiting the South London Art Gallery, in Camberwell, with my classmates. The New Contemporaries exhibition was on, which showcases new and emerging artists fresh from art school, or in their final year. It is something I could possibly apply for next year, so it was very inspiring to see the work on display. I especially liked the video work, some of the paintings, and a vibrantly decorated room-type installation.
After the gallery visit, we went to one of our classmate’s house for tea (read gin) and cake. It was nice having the chance to get to know everyone some more. Plus, our classmate has great taste in art books.
Well, the mystery of where my fella is has finally been solved, he’s on his way to the Tavistock Hotel, Bloomsbury. Apparently, the plane was in the process of landing at Ronaldsway, but pulled up at the last minute, and flew back to Gatwick. My poor fella sounded very forlorn in his messages, so I comforted him with a story about a similar situation that took place in Ireland a few years ago, where the pilot attempted to land in bad weather, took his chances and everybody died. I’m not sure if it made him feel better about his situation, but I am sure glad he is coming to stay with me and not the Queen.
Header image: Feather Bear – Paola Pivi (from Feelings book above)
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