Painters Block
I know writers always talk about writers block as the sudden stopping of inspiration to write, and how debilitating it is for them, and how it isn't linked to anything particular - but just happens.
Well, there is definitely something called Painters Block and that's me right now. So I'll just talk about some of the amazing art stuff I saw at Latitude last weekend, not painting related per se, but art and literature definitely.
It was a great festival this year and is the first time Ive been in nearly 10 years, so I was a but uncertain about the whole thing, going there on my own completely, as previously Ive been with a group of people. But it was a good laugh. The neighbours in the camp site were a laugh, and the facilities the best Ive ever seen, with toilets and showers clean, usable and the water hot at any time I went to the shower. Queues for them were long but that only meant a 40 minute wait, which wasn't horrendous.
The camp site was about 1km from the main entrance, so I got a lot of walking in this year (50km in total), which was a good counter to the excellent food that was on sale. Not too expensive either.
This is also the first year I have watched more in other tents than the main arena or the music tents, watching a lot of literature, poetry, podcasts and discussions by authors. I found that really interesting, especially the podcast recordings that were done on site.
I think that the most interesting one was by a charity called Tender, who work in schools, amongst other places, to support teachers and kids in acting for healthy relationships, dealing with toxic masculinity, and worse within classes https://tender.org.uk/).
The other session I really enjoyed was Luke Wright who is a poet from Essex Ive seen before but this was really enjoyable. ( https://www.lukewright.co.uk/).
Musically I saw Sting, Fatboy Slim, Elbow, and others but I think by favourite was Pale Waves who were just right for the afternoon, prior to the Euro Finals which was shown on the large screens in the site, and watching the Lionesses beat Spain in the final. That was such a fitting ending to the festival for me, and I ended up heading back after Elbow, and enjoyed a relaxing drive back, relaxing in my own bed that night.
Will have to see how I feel about going next year....
Now to hope that the painters block goes away soon or the half done canvases will just gather more dust