It is with regret I announce I will be leaving my post as manager of the Gold Room Gallery at the end of this month. I have had so much fun and learnt a great deal but it’s time to move on.
I have some other projects I want to work on as well as devoting more time to my toy making.
I am also planning on writing a book about raising a child with severe autism, not a sad weepy book but a kind of creative guide.
In other news we are planning on moving house as our landlord is selling in June so it’s all systems GO! I do hope I find a nice home to move to. As always life is filled with changes, disruption and chaos, I think I have learnt that is what life is, it never seems to be peaceful and stable. Acceptance has become the buzzword of the Lapin household.
Here is a list of things making life a bit brighter at the moment:
The music of Best Coast, Pavement, Real Estate, Harlem, Thee Oh Sees, King Khan and the BBQ Show, Metronomy and Grimes.
Oh Comely magazine
Tie Dye clothing
Watching Mad Men, Arrested Development and Game of Thrones.
“We always imagine that there’s got to be somewhere else better than where we are right now; this is the Great Somewhere Else we all carry around in our heads. We believe Somewhere Else is out there for us if only we could find it. But there’s no Somewhere Else. Everything is right here… Make this your paradise or make this your hell. The choice is entirely yours. Really.”
I read this morning and it really struck a chord with me. I know both types of person and I veer from one to the other.
I had a really great meeting last night about the Zine Fair and it was one of those situations where you’re sat with people who are interested in making life a bit richer.
I have made some terrible mistakes in my life, equally I have made some great choices. I am far from perfect.
Sometimes I feel like such a loser being an artist because really what difference am I making and how am I contributing to society as a whole? I suppose I give people nice things to look at and that makes them happy. Funnily enough it also makes other people angry.
‘Art is a waste of time’
‘Get a proper job’
‘ I don’t pay my taxes so you can sit at home and draw cats’
But hey when you get home from a shit day at work and paying those evil taxes I bet a cat picture cheers you right up?
So I am only doing my job.
The photos below are of my work space at The Gold Room Gallery in Southsea, taken by Claire Sambrook, oh and a cat.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.”
Recently a dear friend introduced me to the phenomenon of FOMO (fear of missing out). Spending the last eight years raising two children has induced some terrifying FOMO attacks, which I am pleased to report are normally short lived.
I think creatives are notorious for such behaviour, ever questing, dreaming and thinking. I smoke and drink too much, I eat all the bad foods and watch lots of cartoons. Am I disappointed in myself? No. I would be disappointed in myself if I wasn’t following my dreams and my heart, which I am.
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
Is it important for me to be a size 8 and working a job I hate everyday so I can pay for an attractive looking prison, a car that’s killing the planet and a gym membership so I can keep that nice size 8 figure? If that’s what makes you happy, that’s cool you carry on, much respect and all that.
I am not missing out I am joining in by being part of a creative scene. Contribute, motivate, curate and participate. Everyone needs a safe place.
I have met the most wonderful human beings in the last decade, made life long friends, seen and heard things that would on one hand make your toes curl and on the other blow your mind.
I try to draw everyday and I fail constantly but the will is there and I hope that never evaporates. My brain spills out onto a page in a riot of colour. Thoughts made visible to the naked eye.
Then it’s back down to earth to clean up my son, answer a shitty email and pay a bill.
You are not missing out.