Elections for the RE

Every year the Royal Society of Painter Printmakers hold elections for artists who would like to become members. If you’re interested, you will need to fill out an application form (here) and return to the Bankside Gallery, London by the 27th January 2012. A week or two later, you will need to deliver a portfolio of (eight?) prints, together with a CV and some supporting material (a sketchbook, perhaps) to Bankside Gallery.
It’s a great society to be a member of – you make new friends, get to exhibit in Central London three times a year and you can use the initials RE after your name, if you’re into that sort of thing.
Anyway, if anyone is thinking of going for it, good luck – and if I can think of any tips, I’ll post them over the weekend……

A Change in Direction

  
To start the New Year, I needed a fresh perspective on my life, not all of which takes place in London now. I spend a lot of time by the sea on the North Norfolk coast and exploring this very different environment will present me with exciting challenges, or so I tell myself…..
I’ve felt for a while that I needed to take a few risks with my subject matter and find a new direction. Sadly change is not really my thing – I’m a creature of habit and I need to be dragged kicking and screaming just to try out a different pub. So leaving my comfort zone/rut of the London transport as a subject, albeit temporarily, has been surprisingly stressful.
And to be honest, I’d like to keep my galleries happy – the trouble is that commercial galleries are very keen on sales (fair enough) and would prefer you to keep making the work that they took you on for and for which they have a ready market.
They don’t especially appreciate being told that “yes, I did used to paint very popular views of cats in baskets but now I’m only able to paint post-Apocalyptic landscapes.”
Ideally we wouldn’t need to sully ourselves with the filthy lucre and we’d just go where the Muse takes us but unfortunately we all have bills. And I would definitely like to continue paying my studio rent, buying new materials and generally carrying on with my happy working life.
So here’s to new experiments – not too radical and proceeding cautiously, of course – steady now….. 

                                                   Pages from my sketchbook.

New Year Feebles

Yesterday I was by the sea in Norfolk.
Today I’m back home in London, sadly twiddling my thumbs and avoiding any work or studio related thoughts.
This time last year I rather perkily blogged about New Years Resolutions and the tricks I use keep myself motivated. (I even managed to throw in a quote from Chuck Close – ‘Inspiration is for amateurs. I just get to work’.) If you’re interested, you can read it here.
This year I’m mostly thinking about how bleedin’ difficult it is just getting into the car to go to the studio, let alone arriving there ready to do some work.
Oh well, I might as well leave it until Monday now…..

Jags Art Fair 2

                                                      
                                                                      A busy day….

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

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….”

Farewell, then, Affordable Art Fair….

                                                                            Going….

                                                                          Going….

                                                                            Gone.