... and then that lovely word, “congratulations”. I love those museums and galleries that lie in the bits of Britain I have never had reason to visit. Invariably the institutions showing my work lie within beautiful buildings. In times gone by, when I got those emails, I started the process of planning my trip up for the artists private views, my opportunity to talk with other artists, swap tips, some inside info, have a drink, moan about this and that etc. This has of course now changed. I won’t do it, am not mentioning the sentence starting with the words ‘when B...’ and ending with the words ‘and co allows us’. No. The fact I am at the mercy of others’ decisions with no end in sight is something I am choosing to ignore. But anyway, here is the link to the academy itself. http://rcaconwy.org/
It’s taken a while, I had a clear out and the studio is ready for painting again. I have also been accepted for a show at Studio 1.1, which is exciting, though we don’t know when that will be, all, as usual, is dependent on what the Govt decides.
I have been selected for a show or two, details to follow. Also brushes, the acquisition of more brushes for detailed paintings. A new body of work to start again soon.
I spend a lot of time fantasising. Open fields, remote property, real fires and dogs. This is temporary, the public square is closed, my life has stopped. The only communication I have with the outside world is countless galleries constantly emailing me with their latest, doomed to failure, attempt to either show my work, or return it safely. I despair.
I am genuinely perplexed, where will the money come from to keep the country going if we are all at home?
I’m hearing rumblings of more restrictions coming. I have work locked up across the country, many museums and galleries, it breaks my heart.