A busy day….
Jags Art Fair 2
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Monthly Archives: November 2011
Jags Art Fair
Once again, I will be at the Jags Art Fair in Dulwich, South London this weekend and I will have a full range of current work available to view.
The fair is on from 11-5 on Saturday and 11-4 on Sunday. There’s plenty of free parking, a cafe and profits go to the Community Music Centre project.
More details are here – so please come along and say hello!
Christmas Deliveries
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I’m trying not to think about how I’m going to get several large deliveries of prints (including frames) across London over the next couple of weeks.
I have a custom made bag (and when I say custom made, I mean made by me, with bits of left-over canvas). This is embarrassingly huge but at least I can sling it over my shoulder. Unfortunately I don’t have a portfolio large enough for the biggest acetated prints so they will have to go in too. Curvature of the spine is not something I like to think about. And, of course, transporting large work about on the train and tube is always an interesting way of meeting people: Whack …sorry…oh God, I’m sorry… Oh, was that your knee? sorry…..bang….sorry. Yes it is mine, yes it is irritating….sorry for being alive, etc., etc. A cab is probably out of the question but is extremely tempting…… |
Artists’ Statements
What’s with galleries and written artists’ statements/CV’s? In the age of the internet, why do they always need them?
It’s got to be the worst job – writing drivel about your own work. If I’d wanted to express myself in words, I’d have got myself an English degree and then written some stuff.
And don’t get me started on CV’s – those endless lists of solo shows (if you’re lucky), group shows, awards, residencies, etc., that go back years and years. That is, until the artist feels that’s quite far enough, just in case anyone guesses their age.
I wonder if I could come over all grand and announce that I don’t do CV’s, artists statements or any other associated time-wasting activities. “So sorry but my statement is my work, darling….”