Gallery 47

It has been far too long since my last blog post and I have a ton of news, both about the changes to the house and about work, but I will confine this post to one subject: My exhibition with my students at Gallery 47 in Sudbury!

After half a year preparation we finally hit the last two weeks. A last minute panic ensued as I tried to get 14 people working as one to have work listed, labelled, delivered and hung on time, with associated publicity and private view evening. As well as keeping up with my existing commitments and work, making endless cups of tea for builders and window fitters and trying to cook in a kitchen coated in brick dust.

10 hour work days ensued, days off and gym trips ceased and much junk food was consumed. After weeks of hassling my students to get their work ready on time, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have enough of my own, already being commited to several other exhibitions this month. Time to finish a couple of quick mosaics:

Inspired by starfish in various shapes, a 'Cushion Starfish' in pinks, greys and browns:

And a 'Spiny Starfish in orange on white:

Then last minute, some of my new linoprint gift tags, decorated with collage and sequins:

And suddenly, after a summer of absence, the temperatures took a dive, and look who is back on his window seat blanket! Yes Gimlet has returned to the studio...

At last everything was ready, and about half the class and myself set about hanging the exhibition. After 2 hours, working in little groups we somehow pulled it together and it looked fantastic:

Final tweeks were make to hanging systems, glass was cleaned and numbers were applied.

At last it was time to hold the private view. Everyone showed up at once and the wine glasses ran out immediately. I phoned home and got boyfriend to put every glass in the house in a box and drive it down. My mum, the teen and some of the students ferried glasses, cleaned up mess and poured wine. It was busy, lively, everyone agreed the exhibition looked great and despite the recession, sales were made. At the end of it all I felt like I needed to sleep for a week!

 

Teenage literature and new work

This photo was taken by my boyfriend to include my two very tall sunflowers. The shorter one was actually larger, but with complete ingratitude for my tender care has decided to face daily into the neighbours garden.

Today I have a new Teenism to share. For the uninitiated a 'teenism' is when your otherwise literate teen just gets their words in a pickle:

Here we have the teen, fresh back from a trip to Holland with her father:

"I love Dutch cheese, especially Gandhi"

Me: "Do you mean Gouda?"

"Er yeah, probably..."


If you love teenisms and laughing at, I mean with, teenagers I can recommend Dawn French's first novel 'A tiny bit marvellous' . It's not normally the sort of book I read, and I bought it on a whim, but she has captured the 'facebook generation' to such perfection, it's hysterical. Unless you are the teenage daughter in the book, when it's probably "like SO unfair".

When not reading I have been frantically making new work for the various exhibitions I am participating in during October:


This is the second piece to go with the snowscene for 'Visions of Sudbury':

 And then there was a lino print for the Gainsborough's House Printmakers exhibition. Unusually for them it was a selected exhibition, and after my initial disappointment when I received an email saying both my works had been rejected, there came an hour later a phone call, saying they had made a mistake and one had got in!

This was the design, a linocut with collage. I made it in four colours with different collage materials for each, and the one that was accepted was a nice blue. I was unashamedly aiming it at the sort of people who love Ikea. Nothing wrong with a bit of Ikea of course. I was delighted to get into the exhibition because firstly I didn't know anyone on the selection committee (!) and secondly I only dabble in printmaking, and many of the other entrants do it full time to a shockingly high standard.


I also made another series of little prints, inspired by some nautical stamps I found in a local shop. 

This one was also made in four different colours, and is the first in a new venture for me. I am calling it A4 Art, as the mount is designed to fit directly into any standard A4 frame. It worked well despite the fact that it required some maths to figure out the sizing. Basic maths of course, but unlike the teen basic maths is about all I can do. We shall see if this idea is a help in increasing sales, I am hopeful they will do well.

Next week is all about finalising the Gallery 47 Exhibition I am running with my Saturday class, which is approaching rapidly!

 

Interviewed!

Just a quick link today. Last week I was interviewed by Hannah Robinson, illustrator for her blog. She was gracious and lovely, and for anyone who wants to read the answers I gave to her fun and interesting questions please click here.

It's a great read, the part where I relate wrestling that escaped tiger to the ground in Waitrose car park is especially good...

Summer Days Out and Winter Snow Scenes

Despite it being summer, an artist is always working ahead, and the next big lot of exhibitions are in October. Foremost in my mind is Visions of Sudbury, which is run every two years in St Peters in the centre of Sudbury. It is open to amateurs and professionals, 2 works can be entered, any medium, but it must depict, well, Sudbury. Wanting to make an impact this year I set about getting bigger boards cut, and for the first work decided on a picture of a frozen stream from a photo I took in last year's snow falls. It's a classic view of the coloured cottages near the Mill Hotel, and normally I avoid painting them as they tend to look too twee for my tastes. But I liked the look of them in the snow, so here it is, 50cm square, and I am about to start another, similar size, but in landscape format of a slightly different view of the meadows, with the cattle on. Big is beautiful they say, so we shall see...

It was somewhat surreal painting snow in the sun, but at least Gimlet knew what to do. He found the perfect sun protector in the form of the huge Rhubarb leaves by the studio...

The teen is enjoying her hols, and after 10 days with the grandparents stopped off home to pick up her passport for a trip to Holland with her father. She was home less than 24 hours and didn't even unpack. "you might as well have just driven past slowly and waved!" I said... It is gsce results time this week, and I have instructions to collect them and text my daughter. I am dreading this chore; if the tv news is to be believed I will be surrounded by alternately screeching and sobbing teenagers. I aim to get in and out fast, before the endemic hysteria gets to me. 

The trips out with Saturday class members continued with our visit to the Tate Britain Watercolour Exhibition. Myself and 5 others traveled to London, organised by one of my students (also a policeman!) He did a fine job of keeping 5 chattering women under control as we made our way into London. Even before we got to the Tate there was art all around us. Even seemingly boring buildings were dripping with interesting details when you looked closely:

Photos were forbidden in the actual exhibition, but I can recommend it, the works were stunning and spanned several centuries and many styles. My only disappointment was with the 'modern' works; a plastic teaspoon dipped in paint and mounted on the wall, a couple of twigs smeared with Gouache... as usual the many and varied modern works in this medium were ignored in favour of the infamous like Tracy Emin, who had four small watercolours. Each looked like the marks left if I don't wipe up after making coffee, but then what do I know?

Next after our jaunt into London, and closer to home was Polstead Church. A fabulous place to paint, I regretted that I only had time for a sketch and some photos before I had to return to teach a private student in the studio. But I hope to return to the subject. Here was the view:

The gravestones were fascinating, and someone immediately spotted a small stone and poem dedicated to ornithologist and bird mimic Percy Edwards.

Meanwhile at home it is all change, and whilst waiting for his next set of training courses to start, boyfriend has been preparing for our extension build. Part of this is our plan to knock down the kitchen wall to change to poky kitchen into a large kitchen/diner. The wall came down fine, and the only problem is the old gas pipe it left behind, which a plumber will need to deal with:

 

So now we have a trench in the middle of the floor, and a pipe sticking up. But I really don't care, the kitchen simply can't get any worse, and the bigger space is exciting after the tiny kitchen. Onwards and upwards!

Farm yard fun!

No it's not an Emu, an Ostrich or a Dodo... it's a Rhea!

On Saturday my weekly class had their first informal meet up for untutored painting, face stuffing and general silliness. We were invited by the lovely people at Assington Farm Shop/Artisans Tea Rooms. There were noisy geese, a sweet pigmy goat, some cows and best of all the Rhea's who were very amusing. They did not keep still for a second, and pecked curiously at anything that got too close, including my camera and drawing board. I could only stay for a couple of hours due to having some private students to teach in the afternoon. But after walking up and down, imploring the big birds to "stand still" or "move that back foot" I managed a sketch, and after an hour had a passable watercolour sketch (unfinished.)

Back in the studio I have been making mosaics and now have three small ones to add to my exhibition tally:

A blue heart:

A butterfly with grey grout:

And a panel with sea shells and cream grout:

Finally time to share some other people's art; and here is a fabulous collage from one of my Saturday Students:

 Started in pastels, but L always gets carried away into the world of mixed media and can never resist trying something a little different, this time using some pictures of local allotments to add to her painting and the result was really successful.

L is a teacher at the Ryes School for troubled and vulnerable children and teens, and here is a painting by Rody, who has much difficulty focusing and concentrating. Apparently it took about a month of working in little 5 minute slots until it was done. He can be very proud of the results. 

Hollyhocks Done!

The above title should be read in the style of Gordon Ramsay obviously...

 
Just a quick post to show my latest painting. Started at Layer Marney Towers on Art Sunday, I painted the purple, white and dark pink flowers in situ, the leaves, foliage and pale pink flowers were added from photos and reference material, the background and sky came out of my imagination.

Overall I am pleased with it, I have not often managed to do these type of backgrounds successfully, so it was a bit of a risk, but I am (for good or bad) a bit of a risk taker, so after a bit of umming and some aahing I just went for it. It continues on from my last painting of the tree up close with landscape behind, a composition that always interests me. The flowers were more successful for being done from life; and the finished work will be heading for the framers shortly. I am very relieved to have a painting finished, after all the weeks of illustrating, as several exhibitions loom. Just got to do another 10 or so now, onwards and upwards...

Thunderbugs are go!

I don't know what they call them in your part of the woods; when I lived in the Midlands they called them Harvest mites, here in Suffolk they call them Thunderbugs, in tribute to their appearance on particularly hot, humid days. I am talking about the little creatures that look like a short black 1mm pen mark, and there is no defence against them.

A week or so ago, we were in the middle of roasting temperatures, and in the studio it got up to 36 degrees. A little too hot of course, but as someone who complains about the cold for 99% of the year, I feel I should grin and bear it. I opened the doors and windows in the studio to let the air in, drank plenty of water and all was fine. Until they arrived.


They started in ones  and twos, landing on the paper I was working on, then irritating me by crawling over my face. By lunchtime they were marching in and out of the paint, across my glasses, and crawling over my arms and through my hair. The itching was unbearable, I was swearing loudly and on any other day I would have made a quick exit, but I was on a deadline for a set of illustrations of Milan:

Lots of smart buildings and statues...

 Italian cars, scooter riders and of course Polizia...

And whilst Thunderbugs are annoying, they are too small to damage the artwork, although my oil painter friend has had far greater problems of course, oil paint being so sticky. By 4pm the work was finished and so was I. Running into the house I filled the sink with water, and splashed it over my face and arms, it ran down my t-shirt in dark patches, making my hair stick up, but I didn't care. As I walked into the kitchen the teen entered with a friend who had come for tea, and exchanged 'Mad Woman' looks.


Finished at last!

Rain the next day dampened them down, although I am still finding dead ones on every surface in the studio. 


Last Sunday I went with two of my students to paint in Layer Marney Tower grounds, near Colchester. 

Deciding I would not have time to do the building, I sat down near a selection of beautiful Hollihocks in the flowerbed and attempted to do them justice. Again the Thunderbugs arrived... After a couple of hours we decided to go and look around and talk to the artists exhibiting indoors. I had been invited to display work/demonstrate inside the long gallery, but had declined due to most of my artwork being displayed elsewhere. I enjoyed talking to the other artists, some of who I know, but the most striking thing was the absence of Thunderbugs indoors... I am pretty sure where I will be next year, and it won't be in the flowerbeds!


The painting of Hollihocks is still work in progress, and after a few days doing some additional illustrations for the previous Cardiff project, needed to appease the Welsh Tourist Board (who seem rather fussy), I am looking forward to finishing my flower painting.