Last week, the Breathe Residency concluded. I de-installed the works from the Open Studio, packed my bags, boarded a train for a weekend in London, and cried when I saw the farm fields covered in yellow flowers. It was May; I had been in Manchester for three months. My time was filled with travel, meeting people and so much generosity.
I’ve documented my development as an artist on my website. Read Everyday Ambition, Forays into Optimism and Pessimism.
But the experience was intensely personal and emotional too. I think the most honest way of sharing my post-residency thoughts would be to post a few passages from my journal, below.