This morning I went to see an exhibition about Virginia Woolf at the National Portrait Gallery. It was a gentle yet weighty collection of images and mementoes – ranging from photographs and paintings, to deeply personal letters both to and from the author. I was surprised at how many significant people she knew – both in her childhood and through the ‘Bloomsbury Set’. My friend commented on how lucky she must have been to have been able to spend so much of her time being creative and just being around creative people. It made me realise how lucky I am too, because I also am in that position. I am so in awe of some of the people in my life right now and so humbled by the fact that they want to even give me the time of day, let alone encourage me with my own art. I will keep trying to earn that respect; and will continue to be inspired by those mighty shadows from the past and those wonderful giants in my midst.
I am so grateful to them for believing in me – and for making me feel so alive again by sheer virtue of being around such incredible, beautiful talent.