Build your own art school

One of my dreams, you know, if I won the lottery.  Would be to go to Art School.  Because I already have a degree, this, I found out, would actually cost me the same as foreign student fees.  i.e about £30,000.  And that is just for the fees.  Let alone living expenses.  Annoying I don't have a super rich husband eh.  Or annoying that I don't even buy a lottery ticket.... Or be like super wealthy my self.  hmm.  well, am doing my best.  But until that enormous influx of cash....

I was thinking this morning, just now, thinking as I write.  Why not build your own art school. 

run courses, teach myself.  teach other share skills.  go away on retreats for intensives.  hub around some studios. 

Another dream I have is of creating an artists community.  Annoyingly it also hinges on winning the lottery.  But in this dream I go somewhere run down.  In my mind its Lowestoft, or also, now that I have heard of it, Jaywick near Clacton. Or maybe somwhere north where there are empty houses. And BUY UP big time.  Like a whole street.  And there, I would rent out, for very cheap, or maybe even nothing, to talented artists and thus create this artistic regeneration of an area.  Get them to do up the places.  create events.  foster creative iniatives.

Even with all of that I am harbouring an intent that once I am done with Yoga Teacher training I will start on the 2 day a week foundation course at City College.  Of which I have heard wonderful things.

Until then.  I am currently on my own.  And working my way through Drawing on the Right Side of the brain.  Its not actually an easy read.  Even though it is fascinating to me.  I am yearning to teach someone how to draw using its methods.  I am pretty sure that I was taught like this.  I recall using my pencil as a sight in the playgroud at my school. I know that drawing can be taught. and learned. 

Then for me.  It is painting and colour. 

Yesterday I cleared out the back room so that I could teach a 1-2-1 session on productivity.  I realised that the space can be used.  I kind of liked it.  I do feel this intense desire for my own space at the moment.  I think I am generally quite allowing of other people, but that I need a cubby hole at least to retreat from the world.  Its kind of intense with Hub not really leaving the house much, apart from when I am not in it.  I kind of wish, sometimes, he still went to work.  But then again I don't.  Can't have it both ways I guess.  But I think that maybe a part time job at least, or something that gets him out of the house would be good for all of us.