Exhibiting and being a Primadonna Bitch

It has been a stressful week preparing for my show, and I've ashamedly taken it out on other people... and if you're one of them then I apologize profusely.

The private show opens on Monday 18th at 6pm, at Oxford & Cherwell Valley College (Oxford Campus, opposite the ice rink) and here's a plug -


Would like to state that I had nothing to do with that exhibition title choice... Sounds naff, sorry whoever decided it. It's also the name of one of my less favourite early Laura Marling songs.

My work will be assessed on Tuesday. I still have some work to finish for the exhibition - I want audio playing of an essay or interview based around my works, having bought all the audio equipment for recording it, I now need to write the essay.
Tomorrow my day begins getting on a bus at 9:30, tutoring between 10:30 and 1:30, working in the shop between 2 and 6, and jumping on a train at 7pm to see my boyfriend by 10. Saturday is this wedding, and I finally have an outfit! Hopefully we might get the first ever decent photo of us together - but it is more probable that pigs will grow wings this weekend. Oh well.

Provided it all gets finished off, it's going to be a cracking show. Regardless of how mine turns out, I am so impressed by everybody else's hard work and stunning shows. I have to admit I had no idea it would look so good and my heart genuinely skipped a beat when I saw the studios yesterday... the whole thing is getting me very hyped for London and the chance to exhibit more work, hopefully I'll learn to be more organized!

This is my show anyway, as I know the vast majority of you won't get to it (cynical as ever? Or just realistic...)

This has been stuck in my head since my wonderful trip to MAC today (Laura will be so proud) so I'm using it to say sorry again to everyone who's experienced my Primadonna-but-not-as-hot-as-Marina ways this week.

Mad love,
x


PS. yesterday saw me enjoying my first 'mocktail'... it was tasty, but I hope to jump back on the alcohol wagon next week! The end is in sight! (Excuse the baggies, there's not much left in me)