September
September. The beginning of Autumn, my favourite season. Mizzle, dew, spiders webs across the pathways, fruits to harvest and chutneys and jams to make.
I have made the decision to stop fretting about making more new work for my upcoming solo show in York next month. My 'Seasons' series will look great on the newly painted gallery walls and I have picked a large painting on paper to go in the window. Job done, feeling much less stressed now. When I do get some time, I will go out to the studio and work on the two large paintings I started some weeks ago and finish off the artists' books I have printed.
Meanwhile, I have embarked on a mammoth chutney making session; I am running a fundraiser bottle and jar stall for frack free in just over a week's time; so far I have made Autumn tomato chutney using my windfall cooking apples and some tomatoes I got at a reasonable price in a local shop. There are vegetables soaking in brine as I write, waiting to be made into pear and ginger Piccalilli tomorrow and I will harvest apples and plums from the garden for more chutneys and possibly some jam. Sloe gin, matured for more than two years will also be bottled up (in small bottles, I don't want to give it all away!). Along with contributions from other people, it should be a successful stall. It's strange to be talking about domestic things here; but that's what my life is at the moment.
October
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