Update! 6 months on . . .
The chronic illness was hiding the symptoms of a tubo ovarian abcess, not pleasant but I am alive, very much alive. I was very very poorly, in hospital for 8 days and off work for 6 weeks. I had an operation and an intense cocktail of antibiotics which floored me. I was in excruciating pain when admitted after spending over 6 hours curled up in the corner of A&E, not even moving for a ciggy, I didn't have a ciggy for four days. From what I can remember is I slept in 5 different beds, dealt with by 4 teams, diagnosed with a blocked bowel by one team and then onto a mass on my ovary from the other team, "it co
Let's go crazy . . . by FlorenceBlunderbuss, journal
Let's go crazy . . .
I have my own studio! I should be jumping up and down but the minute I get the keys I get struck down with chronic illness. It will still be there when I am better :) I have plans, lots of them ~ Just to grab the camera and go in there with it all set up is fantastic.
Life took a turn in February, I felt like part of me was severed away, the second time in less than a year when you are in the middle of a team or a relationship and you get torn away, it hurts, it really hurts. On the edge of the cloud I saw the opportunity of obtaining the studio, it really is unique, I grabbed it with both hands and threw myself in, however I threw too muc
The End of Darkroom Dwelling? . . . by FlorenceBlunderbuss, journal
The End of Darkroom Dwelling? . . .
It looks like my darkroom days are coming to end, something to do with massive government cuts, the closure of the Arts Dept at my local and the ceasing of night classes at all campuses. The darkroom will remain at another campus to show students "how they did it in the olden days", I disagree this darkroom malarky is an Art form in a category of it's own, there really is no way that digital printing will create the images I want, I need light and darkroom paper, resorting to Photoshop will never do.
Part way through BTec Level 3 in Photography it does look I won't be finishing it.
Devastated is an understatement but as I always harp on to