This has been hidden behind envelopes and letters for weeks, artists block holding me tight in its grip. So why is it uncovered? Is there going to be a spurt in activity? No, spring cleaning, removing piles of old letters and finding things to shred or burn…. And I cleaned the cooker, cleaned the bathroom sink, did the washing up, cleaned the fridge, the sink in the kitchen, wiped the walls down and… Still didn’t paint, despite having things to do…. My bum needs a good kicking!
Filters. How many? I think about five in my vacuum cleaner. All of them get blocked up. So when you come to clean them out you have to clear each one. Having long hair and cats doesn’t help. Our old cleaner was a lot more efficient and needed less maintenance. I guess the twists and turns dust has to follow through the machine, causes the blockages, like blood clots in a branching venous system. Not to mention… Hubby’s socks that get left in odd places and cause more problems! Argh!
Long day, some nice people came in and saw the exhibition. Then as we were thinking if packing up a man came in and said something along the lines of “this isn’t the sort if exhibition I was expecting” and walked back out. It felt rude. Dismissive, inconsiderate. I didn’t know what to say, perhaps I should have challenged him? Maybe he wanted to see sculptures, or abstract pictures? He might have wanted to see digital photos of canal boats? But it does say art exhibition. Then you get the fear that it’s not good enough. Not fine enough. Not special enough. But I it a lot of love and effort into what I do. It’s my art. I don’t want to do something like anyone else.
So I’m peeved, I feel annoyed, dismissed. Maybe I’m being thin skinned. It’s partly that, and partly because I got £40 out of the bank this morning so I could get us lunch and also buy Richard a book about trains. But somewhere between the cashpoint and the car, or the car and the museum, I lost it. I tried going through my bag and cleared all the old receipts out of it. No sign, I rang the lace I got the money from. No joy. I looked in the car. Again no. So. Deep breath. I must ut it behind me as an annoying day. Tomorrow is another day. Life is like that….
I want to post stuff so I’ve been deleting older posts. The result? A lot of stuff gone but it still won’t let me post new photos. So I’m not going to moan, I’ve already done that enough. Hopefully I will get things up and running again. In the meantime there are plenty of older posts that I hope are worth looking at.
Taking payments? It’s all new to me. I have just spent days trying to sort out an account I opened years ago but then never had need to use it.
I finally decided to bite the bullet and set it up. 1st problem, it asked me to add a bank account. So I did then it asked me to set up a direct debit. But I didn’t understand why as I wanted to receive a payment, not make one. So I deleted the account then realised I wanted to use it after all. It took days to get that sorted after finally talking to a person not a computer.
So that was it. Except. Now I have taken a small payment but I don’t know how to transfer it to the bank. I think its gone but I’m not sure. All I can say is I wish there was a manual for this sort of thing. I feel like I’m floundering around in thick fog .Things to do but I don’t necessarily know how. Maybe I should try and get on a marketing course!