Amongst all the folk several strange and important things happened to me. I found myself missing these:
Yes. Watercolours. The Unthanks had low house lights on for the whole of the show so very weirdly for a gig I found myself sat with a great view of the stage and able to see my lap. I was overcome with a desire to paint the scene that was before me. At some point in the last few months I have transformed from being a crafter who some how managed to talk her way into art school into an art student, or I could even go so far as to say *whisper* artist *whisper*. I did not worry about the fact people would have been able to see what I was painting, or worry that they would be judging me or my pictures, all I wanted to do was capture the scene. This realisation fills me with a quiet confidence that I am in the right place, at the right time.
Which is good news because I've got four weeks of deadline madness and then that's it. Goodbye second year.