Natalie Kane

You can see the sea from my window, rather than an abandoned pub and the grubby windows of an empty block of offices. There are no longer the yells of early business, or late, depending on your perception of time. Dali is no longer scared by the angry rattle of the windows when a bus drives past, and I have a desk that is permanant. 

It’s taken me a little while to settle in, but I’m getting there. There’s still a mattress in the hall, and an empty bookcase in the middle of the room, I am still living out of a box and one incredibly messy bag. I’ve been ridiculously busy at the moment, I’m still interning at The Old Market, and invigilating at Fabrica Gallery (you’ll hear more about that this evening), all whilst working full time at Sticky Mike’s. I love being busy, but lately it’s been wearing me out, especially as I start to realise what I really want in life. I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been lately, but I’ve never been so confused. Stay posted for art rambling, and an account into my inability to speak coherently in public.