A little part of me can’t quite believe that I have done this, kept going and made such a significant change for myself. Another small part of me is still thinking I won’t finish the first thirty days, but here I am three hundred days in surveying the queendom of my inner landscape, and bits of my outer landscape and enjoying what I am seeing, and what I have made happen for myself.
I’m and artist who works every day at my craft, and I’ve created a space to call a studio in which to nurture my craft. I’ve put my work out there daily on this blog, even when it’s nothing to write home about – and that in itself has been and incredibly worthwhile thing to do because caring less about whether I will be judged/laughed at/whatever is a really good skill to hone.
I’ve also put my art out there for two open calls, one was unsuccessful which was entirely what I expected, but I am in the mindset that the win is really the putting myself in the mix in the first place, and that’s part of the process of figuring out what I want my art to be, what I want to say.
The second open call put my painting in a small works section of a large exhibition at the Royal Scottish Academy in Edinburgh. Seeing my work amongst all the other artists’ work and not feeling like my work shouldn’t be there was really affirming.
I’m feeling energised to work towards more submissions to open calls next year, because I have absolutely nothing to lose. I spent a little time today making a list of some of the open calls I know about, and setting myself some goals. Sadly one gallery that I have had my eye on posted today their association with a transphobe, so I have scratched them off my list, because I don’t want my art in that kind of space. I have standards.
Today’s snippet of painting is something I am really enjoying painting. I decided to browse the muse Dinoopis on Instagram and see which of her self-portraits grabbed me, and once I had chosen it, I pulled out a large square of cardboard and got painting.
I primed the cardboard with matt medium, then a coat of black gesso. Once that was dry I sanded the gesso to bring back some of the texture of the cardboard. Then I grabbed my largest most unruly shitty brush and started painting. I had a lot of fun, and got it to quite a good place in the time I had.
I had been saying to myself I fancied painting some shoes 😉
Three Hundred Days!
Til the morn,
Suzanne
300/300
Thrummie Bizzum 
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