Thursday, 24 October 2013

Monday, 14 October 2013

beside the sea side

Have started a couple of oil paintings.  First I had to rescue my easel, which I had lugged up from the Drawing room 2 floors below. Then some swine knicked it.  Thus I had to in turn knick one from someone else and this time paint my initials on it.  So far, so good.
In an attempt to break out of my usual shtick I decided for some reason to sketch a cairn of stones on a beach. Tutor had suggested "Shrines" as a spin off from the man falling off bridge, and I claimed that people construct piles of stones to commemorate people they have lost.
Tutor [another one] disputed this, claiming cairns are on top of mountains to record the height or something.  Narrow lives these teachers lead.
Then while the paint was sticky I reverted to default condition and started a mature lady as Venus, riding in on the waves.
tutors were once again non plussed      

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

my wall

Had a tutorial, we each had one over two days, not quietly and privately, in front of the whole group.  That's something one has to get used to in ArtSkool, public humiliation.
Pretty Man wasn't very helpful, he has long ago burnt out his soul on the altar of teaching and now just floats, occasionally reconnecting briefly with his lost energies when he sees a young man creating something manly.
 Loud females like me rustle his feathers.
Grumpy Man is much more helpful as he is still interested in Art, if not the artist. Tells me to take down the 3 orange and blue, and concentrate on developing what's left.  Tough but true.
Feel like I have raced up a hill, and then screeched to a halt looking down a cliff.........what to do......who knows.
Have to take part in a group seminar on the Source of ideas, using Doug Aitken as a focus for thoughts. Who he, you may well ask.  Turns out he is a brash American (there are other kinds )who has recently had a Happening. Thought I had finished with those in 60s.  His took the form of a train chuffing across the States, stopping at stations to do Art/Performance/Music/collaborating with sundry and all. Very sparkley.. ......
Went to see Woody Allen's Jasmine film. As they say, repeatedly, Cate Blanchett does a tour de force. Not sure it was about anything very deep, but as Him Indoors says (who didn't see it) it was probably well observed.


Monday, 23 September 2013

sale

Spent yesterday and day before stewarding Chain Reaction group exhibition at Snape Maltings, I hate the driving, and dislike being pinned in the gallery all day, tho visitors are generally generous and positive in their comments. 
I took some stitching to keep me occupied but it isn't going very well so that added to gloom.
My two partnering stewards were a joy, just me sulking, so I didn't really deserve a reward.  
For most of the time all I sold were two cards, but half an hour before I left purgatory a lovely woman bought my piece of work.  And she was lovely, not just because she and her husband shelled out, she was someone I connected with and was happy to have met.
So I am tired but happy knowing this is going to a good home.

Friday, 20 September 2013

spot the difference

I think this is the final image.  I am attempting to show the strength and vulnerabity of women, when they lift the veil.

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Teabags and glad rags


It seems to be the season of mellow fruitfulness, especially where textile exhibitions are concerned.  The trees are full of ripe fruit.
Jane organised this show in her local church, crafts people all down the North aisle, lots of different groups, mother enjoyed talking to the knitting lady about hats.
The kimono is made of tea bags, some from Red Bush and the rest dyed indigo. Majestic.




The church was the usual country church mixture of additions from the twelfth century, comforting feeling of continuity of the stitching community......

lifting the veil

Added more detail, not sure if it is a good idea, I am worried that I have reduced it to a  shallow image.

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Out of the box

I was going to scrap my bloke falling from the bridge, but decided I should press on in an attempt to make him look a little less inept, if only it is so far outside my usual stuff.
I think it is looking a little better, but obviously the bum and hands need attention.  ArtSkool starts in a couple of weeks so he had better start cooperating, or will find himself going off the bridge in reality.


The lady is a development of my William Scott enthusiasm. 
Matisse "Dance" colours, she fits in my Boxed Women, but I wondered whether to have her holding up her veil, revealing the monstrous female fecundity that is presumably so frightening in case it escapes the male control. The burka may be an  method of Muslim male control of genes inheritance, but we are still obsessed with "who is then father of the child" in all our Soap Stories. Patriarchy in a nutshell.