I'm measuring up my paintings for the Nantwich Arts Festival at the moment. Not feeling up to it, with my now usual hot/cold/shivers/exhaustion. Dripping with sweat last night and feeling down with this ongoing and clearly worsening problem. Perhaps the worst aspect is the way the doctors have treated me, generally with contempt and mistrust. I'm sure that I've got a relatively simple, if debilitating ear infection; this evident from waking up every odd day being unable to hear, then dizziness, then a sore throat, then repeat, yet I was told months ago that I'd just have to put up with it, and that I was on my own. I'm due to see an expert in a month or two. The knowledge that I could most likely feel well in a week if treated makes me angry and depressed, the moods mirroring my temperature; flick flack. At times I despair at the hopelessness of my situation. However, I keep working and remember people like Chopin who was ill for most of his life yet managed to produce some of the best music in the world.
I continue to work as normal which is quite possible for the most part. The Lyceum poster is mostly designed now and I've got to order some printed labels for the paintings I'll be showing at the Arts Festival. The paintings are to be slung over display boards, like saddlebags, so some pre-measuring is necessary. I've wired up most of the paintings so far, using a wooden board as guinea pig to get the lengths right. Then I've got some prints to frame. To see the venue for the first time on Friday and to have it planned out and wired up by Sunday is good going. "Olé!" says the bullfighter!
