To Uist with you my dear

The art is tucked away in a folder, the tickets have been bought, the bag is nearly packed. Saddly the rest is lying in a state of confusion. I am off on an epic adventure...to Uist. I know it's not an epic adventure and I will never write a novel about it, but it might be the thing that changes the rest of my life. The one thing it will have a massive impact on wheather i continue to paint and draw or not. Why I hear you ask? The collage in Lochmaddy has invited me down for an interview to get into a BA art course.

For once things seem to be going smoothly. The powers that be are up to somthing...tis not natural for things to be so easy.

This may be to balance out the weird dreams i've been having. My dreams tend to sway between prediction or completly surreal. This time both merged. They always seem to be centered around someone i used to know-a lad called Alex-he always has really dark shadows around his eyes. It could be nothing but a symbolic dream which i haven't quite worked out yet, however, i will worry till i can see him face to face to be completly sure that he is okay. Other dreams involve being told that i'm a were-wolf and going though all the motions of being one. Or having fethered wings. They are peacful dreams, and in a strange way i almost feel whole.

I shall write more when i come back, I don't know when that will be and i don't know how, but somthing has become clear to me. My home is here. And here is were i will always return.