The making of an artist

I almost forgot I am suppose to be writing about the making of me. I am making tons of art, but it is all piling up on shelves and waiting to hear from gallery's that would want to exhibit. The back log, is now getting disturbing the shelves are full, the house is subsiding down the side of a cut out cliff chalk mine, we are now going to go into a third form of stabilizing the shelves, 2ND form of tying a washing line round the sink basin stand to stop them leaning over the bed, is not good enough, were now going to redesign the shelves so they become new walls, which will give the perception that the house is straight and not subsiding. Soon I will head down to London to flog my art, under the hammer of beady eyes.