Artists

I am in a cave system. There is a group of people with me. We are drawing sketches, they are all in black and white. I am using charcoal. I am drawing a girl in the dark, in the background is a door slightly ajar which is letting in a shaft of light. I am afraid part of the caves are going to collapse and we will become stuck.

I enter this old building, it is medieval, and made out of grey stone. . We are sitting in a small room around a table, drawing.

There is an asian girl, she has made a collage with felt. It is pink and brown, it looks like a mermaid, there are shiny pieces of thread in it. One of the drawings I do is of a my mum, it’s very good. There are two other portraits I have done. There is a black guy in our group. They are all very nice. We have left where we have been, we are walking through a dark street.

I am at a baseball game. It is winter. I am sitting by the edge of the field on a bench. There are lots of concrete buildings around us, it isn’t a very large pitch. I sit down next to a very large man. I can’t see very well so I get him to move up. My sisters are there, we are looking at some make up. A woman with a younger sibling who is misbehaving takes him/her home (which is just on the other side of the pitch) and tells them off. Then her mother comes home and tells her off.

I am in a supermarket. We are still drawing. We have to go to a checkout once we have finished, but I’m afraid I’m not going to finish in time, everything I draw isn’t good enough. Emma one of my old housemates from Mill Rd is there, she is trying to help me. I keep rubbing out and starting again, I am afraid, I feel like it is a life or death situation. There is a manager, a woman who keeps coming over to check on our progress.