I am back at college after London and after my solitary writing residency in Morecambe for 5 days [bliss…]. In the meantime I have: chosen the university: York. I have chosen York for many different reasons, but mainly because I need to leave, I need challenges, I need to be challenged, I need to meet and talk with different people, I need to see different places, and to be stimulated by different things. I am aware of the fears connected with leaving Blackburn as an academic

I have applied to 5 universities: Blackburn Carlisle Lancaster London – Chelsea York – St John I have received 4 invitations to interviews and 1 rejection as “previous qualifications not enough”. Of course, I know that if 4 out of 5 accept my previous qualifications, there must be something else and this something else has nothing to do with me. So, their loss. I went to all the 4 interviews. I have received 3 offers and I am still waiting for the last offer back. I am gather

I am writing this post after my first two university interviews and two UAL Awarding Body Standardisation events. Basically, in one week I presented my body of work twice via portfolio and twice via PowerPoint Presentation. Both instances meant that somehow my work, my act of “being an artist”, and in the end my abilities to present and I have been judged. When I deliver workshops I always go out, sit with a coffee and think: tell me at least three things that went well, thre

I am writing this post now, on this Blue Monday, because the task of designing and creating a portfolio is finally finished. I only need to go through it tomorrow and maybe add a couple of things but the whole process is finally finished, ended, done. And I hated every moment of it. [ps: it's not true, it's not true] I found it overwhelming, emotionally draining, complicated, constraining,  incomprehensible. And I felt that my life was in the hands of : the printers the tutor