- Rosy Toranzo
An Unexpected Artist Residency in Melbourne, Australia.
If someone had told me a few years ago I had been accepted into an Artist Residency in Melbourne Australia for Winter/Spring 2021, I would have jumped for joy. A few months to stay still, no distractions, experience the season change, and you get paid - I actually probably wouldn't have believed it. Yesterday I chose this narrative.
For the last month I have been at home, stood down from work, in a strict lockdown in Melbourne, but of course that story has been ongoing for a while now. I could tell the tale of not being allowed to travel overseas to see family and friends, meet my nephew and other babies that have come into my world. I could tell of the frustration and hopelessness I have felt, how clean my skirting boards are and the Frogmouth now sitting on a nest in my local park that has become my world. All the ups and downs of this collective experience are a story to tell for sure, but yesterday I chose a different narrative.
For the last X years I have been trying to make money whilst making art, building my calendar like a 1000 piece jigsaw, looking for the equilibrium, and always harping on about how "in France, Artists get paid, kind of like the dole, to make art - wouldn't that be great" Suddenly I realised, I could see my current situation like that. I have been stood down from work again, but this time (for the first time as I am a temporary resident) I am being paid to be at home and I have time, so much time, with no promises or obligations to anyone or anything...hasn't that been the dream I have been chasing?
So today is Day 1 of my Artist Residency. For the first 7 days I will be using words to stimulate some writing and see where that takes me. I have chosen 7 words to start me off, they might change along the way but here they are as of Day 1....
And so it begins...