Heres a cheerful drawing from the Camargue (- there are a few I like -) to ameliorate that Bieke has just told me that Marina Abramović told her that an artist has only one or two things to say in their lifetime - the rest is repetition.
You only have to look at the mature works of the great ones to know that this is simply not true.
Leaping Men still undergoing surgery. Mad dreams, as ever...
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Monday 25 August 2014
Friday 22 August 2014
23rd aug 2014
Got a whole day in the studio yesterday - gesso'd some canvases and attacked the Leaping Men, above. Much happier. Today to Carcassonne - the anniversary of Staffords death and I like to be alone to consider him and report back to him, in a sense. Theres a Max Ernst show on too...
Wednesday 20 August 2014
21082014
Cranking up to work... Bobs eye is recovered, he has friends arriving tomorrow that I dont feel obliged to look after.
Been fretting at the amount of treasure Ive inherited from my brother Simon and from my Papa - what does one do, I have no children nor friends to whom this stuff is meaningful to leave them to on my death. Talked to my brothers and we are in the same boat - can't sell stuff because its so special but its only special because of our associations which end with us.
Woke up this morning realising that I should paint them.
Easy:)
Met with Louise Beer last week of the Arts Hub gallery in Deptford - really enjoyed her (she's Clem Beer's daughter, I knew him in my printmaking days) Decided on an exhibition in September of next year. So I dont have to think about it till April, when Bob is driving to London - he can schlepp the work if it aint too bit.
Been fretting at the amount of treasure Ive inherited from my brother Simon and from my Papa - what does one do, I have no children nor friends to whom this stuff is meaningful to leave them to on my death. Talked to my brothers and we are in the same boat - can't sell stuff because its so special but its only special because of our associations which end with us.
Woke up this morning realising that I should paint them.
Easy:)
Met with Louise Beer last week of the Arts Hub gallery in Deptford - really enjoyed her (she's Clem Beer's daughter, I knew him in my printmaking days) Decided on an exhibition in September of next year. So I dont have to think about it till April, when Bob is driving to London - he can schlepp the work if it aint too bit.
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