It appears that I am creative in cycles, that not until the current cycle is exhausted will I move on to the next cycle, whether this is in a method of working or subject matter. Often it is an outside force that will coincide with this change and exhaustion. I write this because I am coming up on another cycle but I do not have the security of the Art School institution to comfort me and engage (or not) with what I produce. The pressures are just as forceful but vastly different.

And there is a trap at the end of an M.A that is easy to fall into. It fools the departing student into believing that everything ends when infact its a spring board and continuation. I have the tools, in many ways, to carry on and still have access to the supportive network that was around me during the course.
Anybody in the same position should remember that. Its only as lonely as you make it.

Killing off my females (killing off, me)