It's one of THOSE days (or weeks, actually). I am roughly two weeks away from the final deadline of my degree. My brain is all but shut down. I am just about functioning enough to get out of bed and feed myself. M.E (or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis to those unlucky enough to be in the know) is a bastard. A cruel, unrelenting, invisible bastard. And one that is plaguing me right now.

But, I have to carry on making. Stitching, gluing, photographing, typing, editing - in the hope that it will all come together and look in some way presentable and palatable to my audience (and the exam board, of course).

The whole point of this work is that it is entirely confusing and uncomfortable and raw. No nice, dreamy landscapes in oil on canvas here, no sirree. Just grim shit that you can't shake off,  no matter how hard you try.

So, with that off my chest, it's back to work I go.

FUCK YOU, M.E and your cronies, I'm not done yet.

Image courtesy of moi.