Freelance Reflections #102

So, I haven’t written in over two months. The last time I wrote, I said it had been a quieter period. As you can imagine this has been quite the opposite.

I am still working on a lot of the different things I have intended to work on outside of my course. I also made a big reading list and printed off the university reading list for the summer, and only now am I really able to have some time, which I hope will mean that I can read after having given myself a break.

I spent July tutoring and teaching English as a foreign language. I had quite a few busy weekends as one of my school friends got married in Cornwall and I celebrated my gran’s birthday in Rye.

Love love 💕

I also did two weeks of nannying, which was exhausting, but a big learning experience too, working with children in a context outside of education, ahead of my CAMHs placement.

When I looked back in my diary, I had also scheduled in some rest, but this was because I was physically unwell. It dragged on and on, but I couldn’t afford not to work.

I also got my hair bleached, which I don’t think particularly suits me. It’s a blonde ombré, I believe, but I got it done because I missed having my dip dyed hair and I am quite a low maintenance person and it’s fun, but also easier to maintain than the under died bits I had previously.

Needs some Barbie-pink!

I went to Rally festival even though I wasn’t feeling 100%. I was really disappointed that Festival didn’t communicate that Princess Nokia had had to pull out because I really wouldn’t have gone in order to preserve my energy. We didn’t even know that she’d pulled out because they didn’t inform people via email, but only on social media. We just waited at the stage and people were going on about someone else and we were really confused. I had been so looking forward to seeing Princess Nokia, having missed her the couple of other times that my friends have gone to see her.

The day after I finished work, I headed to the airport to go to Türkiye. It was my partner’s 30th birthday and it was such a privilege to go to his home country. We spent a lot of time with his friends and family, and travelled around a few places not too far from Istanbul. It has inspired me to put more effort into learning the language as I spent a fair bit of time not knowing what was going on. As well as some sightseeing in Istanbul, we also got three proper beach days we went to the island Bozcaada for two nights and Heybeliada for a day. I ate such good food and I feel very grateful to have had a whole mix of home-cooked meals and been treated to delicious dishes that I wouldn’t have otherwise discovered, as well as a few personal fines on a little island get-away.

Making partner be a tourist in his own country

Once I returned, I had some time to myself, but I didn’t get much at first, as I went to All Points East to see The Strokes, where I was really gutted to have stupidly been at the wrong stage, missing Be Your Own Pet, who I was really looking forward to seeing. I have also now accepted that The Strokes on that great live. girl in red stole the show for me and really just made the whole experience worthwhile, as well as spending time with two of my favourite Nats (who we discovered have the same second name too!)

Friends and Festivals

The next day I was in Portsmouth for two nights working at Victorious Festival. I did bar work and I hadn’t done bar work for a long time and maybe it was the festival vibes, but I really enjoyed it, and met one person I wanted to keep in touch with, and having just bumped into her after not thinking I’d see her ever again, I had to ask! I was really fortunate to have a shift on the Saturday, facing the stage where I got to see the likes of Kate Nash and Kasabian. I wasn’t so lucky on the second day when I was at a bar facing the opposite direction. We had to open loads of cans, and even more so on that particular bar and so all of my fingernails broke off by the end of it and it was really painful as I had been moved from a good bar to a rubbish one, I was feeling quite pissed off, to be honest, as well as a couple of times where I was spoken down to, which I didn’t appreciate. However, aside from a couple of people, most of the festival-goers were in an infectious good mood and it was actually quite difficult to stay grumpy!

Portsmouth

On the bank holiday, Monday. I had a student that I had to visit. Unfortunately they weren’t engaged, so I didn’t get to tutor them. However, once I came home, I did some lesson planning for the week ahead. I ended up having to switch that around because the group I was teaching wasn’t as expected. But I did two weeks of online lessons teaching English as a foreign language and although there were difficulties because a lot of the teenagers didn’t like to be on screen, and so it felt more disconnected than in person, overall I really enjoyed it. I also stayed with my parents as I could do it remotely, so that was a plus.

I had a lot of chores to do around the flat and I was really needing some me time, but I had a really great day going to Whitechapel Gallery to see an exhibition going to Bi Pride with a friend and bumping into a few poets there, and then I saw a fantastic film Scrapper on my own a Catford Mews, the cinema where I host She Grrrowls. I also noticed, the guy who runs the comedy night a couple of seats down for me also on his own, which made me laugh, the fact that we both are watching Scrapper on our own making the most of the £3 tickets. As the tickets were sold cheap, I had actually bought two thinking that I would be able to find someone to come with me at short notice, which was very wishful thinking, as someone in their 30s.

Bi Pride

The following week I started with some students in addition to the teaching I was already doing. I also saw the new biopic about Amy Winehouse, but I can’t say no more about that right now. I’ve also been doing some Lego parties and had some time to see friends and family, as well as have some me-time at the Lido to make the most of the good weather.

I have now been balancing students with getting top on top of other things. It’s amazing how full everything can be, even when I haven’t started university on my placement or completely sorted, my schedule of students for the remaining days, I’ve been dealing with a lot of difficult and time-consuming things with my flat. This has been really stressful, put a strain on my relationship and it’s also still ongoing. Thankfully I’ve managed to ask if I can delay my placement until this stuff is sorted, which should be mid-October, so, I really am trying to get through this time until then and that’s honestly just what it feels like. I’ve been so overwhelmed, to the point of giving up. But I put on my insect socks as I bagged up everything for fumigation (yes, we’ve had bed bugs, amongst a broken down washing machine, leaking ceiling and more…) because you’ve got to have a sense of humour when shit hits the fan.

Canvas & Cream, Forest Hill

But I am trying to find some joy where I can, whether that’s just now having seen a friend who is also a neighbour, having some hot chocolate and cake, or whether it’s having some me-time with a bath and a book, or enjoying the routine I have with my partner of having dinner and watching something on Netflix, or finding ways to deal with my emotions like writing in my phone what I’m feeling at that time to self-regulate, or finally getting out my sketchbook and drawing whilst listening to an audiobook. On top of the things that I have these goals to do, I think I need to accept that until I have the stuff sorted with my living situation, that my priorities might shift and that’s okay and I can practice gratitude in that I have this time now to have that flexibility, to support my partner at a time when he doesn’t have that luxury, and perhaps I will get more into that routine once the stress has simmered down.

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #101

Last week was a quieter period, where I failed to get on top of things as much as I would have liked. I found my marks for my written assignment and was disappointed to get 53, just scraping a pass. I was able to share work with my peers and through this and the verbal feedback, I was able to see where I could have improved. I realised that certain learning processes aren’t working for me and my overwhelm at what to include goes back to the fact that I need to reassess the way I read in order to actually absorb it and keep track of the content to apply in written assignments. It is strange to identify as a writer and yet understand how dyspraxia is impacting my comprehension.

I had booked a half-price hot stone massage, knowing that it would be exactly what I needed. I had sprained my ankle seeing Muse in Milton Keynes (great gig, horrible journey, getting back at 2:45am) – another example of dyspraxia in action. I was about to cancel it, but in the end went through with it, and it was just the kind of somatic therapy I needed.

The rest of the week was also filled with activity, so thankfully my sprain hasn’t been too bad, and it just a bit bruised now. On Tuesday, I met with a couple of course-mates, on Wednesday I met a couple who were visiting my partner from Türkiye, on Thursday I hosted Forest Hill Stanza at Mozart London, and Friday I went bouldering for the first time (I injured my thumb slightly on a little fall when my leg slipped).

This weekend I have been to a house party; despite accepting the fact that I don’t like parties, everyone was really lovely and I had a great time. With the last remaining bit of energy, I went to Margate (thankfully by car). It felt right; I played games on the beach, swam in the sea, and ended the day on an ice-cream, followed by a cloudy lemonade sour beer at Xylo.

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #100

As the end of my first year training to be an Art Psychotherapist comes to an end, I don’t feel like I have fully accepted it. I can’t imagine how I would feel at the end of the three years, and I feel more anxious than I’ve ever felt about qualifying. Still, I have a summer where I can read and see some of my fellow course-mates.

Invigilating last weekend’s exhibition

As a tutor, I have a lot of experience with endings. However, I imagine it is all the more intense when dealing with endings in psychotherapy, likely in situations where you are powerless to extend therapy where there is still a need for it. This week, I’ve had a sudden ending, without a final session, which I feel undermines the relationship between tutor and student, and undervalues the work we do together. Yet, thinking about the neoliberal structure, my focus is initially on how I can make up the six hours of work now lost. However, I felt a need to make space to feel the sadness of the loss of this professional relationship.

Anticipating the release of Barbie

The student that I will likely now seen comes with a family tragedy, so in the learning environment there is an inevitable holding of pain, despite not being therapeutic. It is a strange time to be starting with new students, and coming towards the endings of the summer term.

‘5 a Day’ prints available for £40

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #99

Last week was less intense due to work cancellations. I had She Grrrowls on the Thursday and the private view for the Goldsmiths exhibition on the Friday. Where I could, I came in to held more with the exhibition, with Monday being sanding and painting boards, Tuesday finishing and placing the artwork, Thursday putting up some finishing touches, and Friday the same again, with the addition of making labels.

She Grrrowls was small, but mighty. I will try to keep going with the Catford Mews venue if I can. I just really loved having Phoebe Wagner feature, connecting to her Spanish heritage, and appreciated the Sims reference. I am also hoping to cook up another bigger project. I’m not on top of my emails, but when I have free time, I want to balance it between books in the sun, and creative projects in the rain. Time just seems to ebb away so quickly.

All the performers from June’s She Grrrowls

Although I had to correct a spelling mistake on my artwork (and had already paid to get a print) when I invigilated yesterday, I was really pleased to see people engage with my work. I invited people to think about their defence mechanisms and sculpt fruit to represent it. At the private view, I suddenly felt quite vulnerable and exposed, even though the work wasn’t personal, I wanted people to like the concept and so I took the engagement as positive feedback.

Baby All-Clay-Gone!

I also went to the Dance and Movement Psychotherapy show, which I loved and also included a lot of visuals and provided a lot of insight into the practice. I wished there was more of a chance to make connections with the course as I’m more interested in an integrated approach to other expressive arts therapies whether dance, music, performance art or visual art.

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #95

Last Saturday, I hosted a Lego party, and the next day the mum complained about me, with the goal it seemed to get me to lose my job. She claimed that I wasn’t qualified or suitable for the job.

Given that I have done the same for the past four parties and was even given a tip by the last parent, it seemed it was more about the disappointment at the children losing interest in the activity that was more suitable for her older son, plus a dislike for my personal style of facilitation.

I tried not to take it personally, was supported and didn’t lose the work, sent an email in response, and took action where I could. So, I’ve edited my profile on the website, and have crafted an email to send out prior to parties to set expectations. I am not a party entertainer, I’m a party facilitator, and my job is to follow the workshop programme as per my training, interacting with the children, but mostly making sure they know what they are doing and are working and having fun together.

This week, I had my gran visit, and eased back into my regular work schedule. On Tuesday, I also had a couple of fellow Trainee Art Therapists over and we baked cupcakes. It made me think back to the Red Sky Sessions with Apples & Snakes about doing something creative every day, and thinking this doesn’t have to be visual art or poetry, but can also be baking!

Once more, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do.

Freelance Reflections #93

This week I have been even more exhausted than last week. Now, other than a couple of hours on Sunday, I have a few days to relax with family. Although this means travelling, there’s enough down time until next Wednesday when I will be easing back into work before things get super busy again the following week.

I cancelled some activities on Saturday to rest, but it was a struggle. On Monday, I attended a conversation panel at Coram – a potential placement as an Art Psychotherapy trainee. On Wednesday, I was back there for their poetry night, and although unplanned, I ended up sharing a piece (my name in an english accent, previously published in The Rialto). It was so interesting to get an insight into people who are care-experienced, and the intersection with being mixed race or growing up in a transracial family.

Aside from this, I have been teaching EFL in the mornings, with a few long days of also tutoring and doing related activities until the evening. It’s been full on, and the sun right now makes this slight break all the sweeter.

Once more, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #91

Last night was the first She Grrrowls at Catford Mews, and despite a few teething issues, it was a great night. Although it can be hard to be present when running an event, it was such that I was able to really listen and be with the words, with incredible features Lateisha Davine Lovelace-Hanson and Marianella Lopez, such glorious open mic acts and audience members. You can see the joy emanating from the picture below.

My work schedule is changing again, and with this I’m considering that I need to make more rules for myself. These rules are to help me balance and avoid over-working. At the moment, I’m not handling stress well, and I’m currently writing this in the bath, fully aware I need to work on all sorts of boundaries. I only have Tuesday evenings consistently off. It’s not enough. I’m using tomorrow’s extra-long train journeys to read course material and write a book review.

In other news, I’ve been longlisted in the Outspoken Prize for Poetry for the third time – wish me luck!

I have committed to Sundays until mid-June, but I think I need to either just do one weekend day of tutoring, or continue to do the Lego Parties as my only fortnightly weekend work commitment. But to do that, I need a consistent amount of weekday work. I have my first totally solo party tomorrow, so I think that will be a deciding factor going forward, weighing up whether the fun factor and variety is worth the increased risk of germs when I could tutor at a nearby location. I’ve also scattered my language learning goals throughout the week in order to protect my Sunday afternoons for art making. It’s all still trial and error.

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #90

Living amongst boxes and furniture everywhere is making things difficult at the moment. On paper, I thought I could cope, but in reality, passing the month-mark soon, it does put a strain on your mental health, not to mention struggling with issues to do with being neurodivergent, where it’s coming to light that I find certain social conventions difficult to understand, and particular situations overwhelming and anxiety-inducing. Still, we move. All I can do is try to offer what I feel I can to those in my life, and try to be more present, knowing that this too shall pass. I’ve been using films a lot to escape, using my Everyman membership, attending free film previews, and the CPIFF (Crystal Palace International Film Festival).

A fellow Art Therapist Trainee has organised the above exhibition, so I thought I would share the private view information. With a slight change of running, we will have Lateisha Davine Lovelace-Hanson and Marianella Lopez both sharing new work at She Grrrowls at Catford Mews on Thursday 16th March, plus the short film screening. Buy tickets to the Catford Mews She Grrrowls here. To sign up for the open mic (there’s just two spots left), email shegrrrowls@gmail.com with your name, pronouns, and short bio / sentence to introduce you with. In other news, I’ve been long/short listed for a couple of competitions, so I’m excited about the potential of that!

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Freelance Reflections #87

I’m writing this on a Sunday, which used to be a protected day, but I’m now starting to work. I’m working on at least having Tuesday and Sunday evenings free, and I have enough other self-care stuff in place that it should all be manageable. There’s flat changes going on that are being delayed, so everything is going to still be somewhat unsettled for the rest of this month.

I’ve signed up for more agencies, I’ve got a potential content writing job, and I’ve been accepted as an exam invigilator, whilst protecting my Friday yoga time. When the work starts coming in, it’s hard to protect these things, but it’s vital to prevent burnout. I don’t mind making sacrifices, and I’m no stranger to hard work, but studying at Goldsmiths, having my learning impacted by strikes (which, to be clear, I support), whilst the current warden splashes out £20,000 on Addison Lee expenses is infuriating.

Traditional Art

Speaking of my studies, I managed to heal some trauma this week. I had an upcoming debate and put everything I could into the preparation, not knowing if I would even be able to speak on the day. Sat there in a group five times the size of the one I had to be in at school (the source of the trauma), with an audience double that, I didn’t think I’d be able to speak. However, I not only managed to speak, but also made the concluding point to the debate, was able to embrace having no structure, and others commented about how I steered the debate!

Digital Art

Although I’m not actively writing my show on quietness and shyness, all these experiences are feeding into my vision for what this piece could be, and the understanding of myself and how these terms apply to me. My hope in any work I create is that others connect to what I’m saying, so as much as my recent experience may seem like I’m not quiet or shy, what really enables me as someone who does identify with these terms, to have a voice, is to feel held in the space that I’m in and the people I’m with.

So, know I’m working hard to survive and save £500 a month for my course fees. If able to, please donate to my crowd funder, or share, or buy my books. Every little you can do means a lot.

Carmina’s Cantata #18

The final poet interview is out in the world, and it ends on a bang with Brigitte Aphrodite! As a lover of a good chinwag, this is also the longest episode in the series. Still to come in a special episode where we hear from my maternal nan and grandad, as well as one of me discussing the research I’m doing over the next month or so!

I’m picking up the uke when I can, and have been having a go at Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’. I quite like it, though I’m still struggling with getting my fingers to and from the G-chord! I’m going to have a busy summer, and hope for more days where I can spend any rest time between the busyness in parks researching with my little pile of books.