Friday, 29 January 2010
This week has been energising. Visiting the Towner and listening to arts professionals discussing 'art practice' and 'visitor expectations' sent brain cells jangling. Delicious lovebirds arrived in the post. My in box is awash with instructions to join in Artist Open House Festivals, I will show this year in Eastbourne, Hastings and Brighton, before my first solo show at Arts Hut in June. To prepare for this shock to the system and our reclusive lifestyle, I had a moment of reviewing my favourite exhibitions to date.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Retired Greyhounds Trust in June 2009. She is funny, fierce, fragile and entertains us with her happy dancing.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Towner in Eastbourne. I did confess in advance that I don't organise Open House trails, just rural trails involving artists and other traders, but I remained on the guest list. From outside I thought the Towner Gallery was bland, inside is more friendly, in a lofty concrete sort of a way. The lime loo's are fun and there were lush red walls for displaying work, causing me to consider whether Arts Hut should have a new dark look. I met a host of interesting folk and learnt a lot at the meeting. I took a quick peek at 'The Dark Monarch' which was really exciting, with not one but two Hepworth's to lust after. On the first floor I could see a host of fabulous paintings. We will return for a day trip. Despite the freezing wind, I took a stroll on the beach to remember what it feels like to be beside the sea.
Monday, 25 January 2010
Southern Lurcher Rescue 2010 calendar.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Brighton Festival Artists Open Houses and yesterday was invited to show at our favourite house in the Seven Dials trails. This led to great excitement, an overload of chocolate digestives and an update to my website. With an exhibition schedule in place, I set to work. For spring I am embarking on a series of still lives, with eggs and feathers. Our Arts Hut hens left their beautiful bijou house with a heart shaped window, to stretch their legs in Cowbeech and Hellingly. However I have fond memories of them and their eggs. The first painting in progress is a large canvas of tiny pale eggs laid by Flo and Maude my frizzle bantams.
Friday, 22 January 2010
Thursday, 21 January 2010
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Friday, 15 January 2010
Thursday, 14 January 2010
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Saturday was bustling at Arts Hut, until 3pm when the blizzard started. Our friends the farmers 'Arper popped in for coffee, saw our dwindling log pile and dispatched their rider. It is Mr PWP's birthday today, cakes have been baked and candles lit.
Saturday, 9 January 2010
In 2010 I am feeling inspired to paint objects, our cottage and courtyard garden. Following a few canvas stabbing incidents, my painting knives you understand, Richard the framer from Tunbridge Wells has cut me some 12 inch square wood panels. The first layer of primer is on, it is clear there will be splinters. Strange human shapes cocooned in wool, shuffle slowly past the Gallery. It is still snowing in Sussex...
Friday, 8 January 2010
Snow stops play in Sussex, cars have been replaced by milk tankers, tractors and gritters. Our village shops are open, so we join in, although in truth our friends have replaced customers. Mr PWP was unable to attend a champagne reception in the city yesterday, no train. He was not best pleased. I am happy in front of the roaring fire and have been busy. The Arts Hut winter show is packed away and exhibition themes for 2010 set. A large heart collage for the window is drying in the studio. My search for new local artists and designers has begun. The day finished on a high, we took the hounds for their afternoon stroll and returned to find the sign fairy had visited.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Back to work in a blizzard! After months of dithering the Gallery facade receives its smart green lettering and a new green insert in the A Board. The flag is hung. A few days later the flag is considered too bright, dyed green and re-hung. More fidgeting is needed I fear, until it is absolutely right. Whilst on holidays, Matt our friend, electrician and superhero, has kindly moved furniture up and down stairs, round and round the Gallery. Bare shelves await my attention. In our hall Rob our local carpenter has built, my Christmas gift from Mr PWP, an oak bookcase.