Gilded Pleasures, and so it was.

 

 

What a fun and fabulous night.

June first, 2017.

Not many photos were taken as there were no phones out.   All the beautiful people were just digging art,  talking laughing  and having a good proper time.  Like the good ole days, with good ole folk. Nothing is going viral here.

Gilded Pleasures was launched a week before the UK went to the polls,  Katherine Griffin/Slade Alumni, Eleanor Kelly and I put on a great show of fine art, pop art and solidarity. June 1st the first Thursday of the month at Flaxton Ptooch. Such a hidden gem of a venue, right next to Rio health’s SPA! a tardis of delights.

Sexy, detailed skulls, larger than life sinister red cats and Frida Kahlo were all present. Katherine’s detailed fine art paintings are a beautiful wonder to be enjoyed.

Of all the wonderful things, the best  for me was, Bubs. SuperBubs. My little lovely.  As much as i had the superficial yearning of the art crowd and my bubble world to see my show, having my little bubba chubba walking around, seeing all the new 26 pieces on the wall and seeing all the people there to see it, made my heart sing. Mummy, did you make all this?? he was dead proud.  From the confines of painting in the recycling hallway, to having stuff on a wall.

As it was half term, he could stay up a little bit later. Katherine put up a beautiful oil painting in tribute to Frida Kahlo, so i brought my Sinister Saint icon print. The one that has bubs as a 4 year old, mirrored repeatedly as my heart.  Katherine’s and my work echoed and complemented each others in a really wonderful way.  Big shout out of creativity and commitment to Elle Kelly,  what a fabulous curator she is.

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(Side note) I took that photo of him on my 39th? birthday, we’d been in the hospital all week and finally we were home, I was painting thru my Juarez period, about all the women that had been murdered on the border town of Texas and Mexico. When I initially did the pieces the number of women killed was at 279, when Amnesty International picked it up a few years ago the body count was at 408. So I was into  Día de Muertos 

So I said, let’s paint ourselves as day of the dead, or celebration of life I like to think. I set up a mirror in the front room, and a camera.  He covered his whole face in black. He loved it.

and we took pictures of us. I had my saturday class at the slade. I turned it into something beautiful. 

It was my first proper show since 2012 solo show  (Vibe Bar, Protesters & Pussies). Nerve wracking as hell. I’d started just started teaching full time with  young people excluded from school, like a PRU but more creatively and structurally aligned.  So, i didn’t know if I could pull it off.

In an abstract way I wondered why? beyond the art therapy dynamic and painting out my nightmares of why the fuck I do it. Why bother? Whose demons are these? Besides the fact that drawing and painting are the things in life that bring me such joy and connectivity.  2.(The constant attraction to brains and the mind in art. ) But just before it was all hung, I couldn’t help but think, why put it out there? Why try to sell it or make a name for yourself? Why even try to sell it? What narrative are you trying to play at? (then the usual insecurities of, your not that good, what the hell are  you doing?). -another time.

Gary came out to see his brilliant brain on display. Good times. I am thankful I have an amazing life long friend that can send me MRI’s of their brains at short notice.

The show runs until July 1st. Prints and more prints are available. If it suits your budget, cheaply framed white on white Ikea  framed originals are available for a song.  Will look great in any living room…

It was a lot of work and an interesting exercise. Has got me thinking about the next steps in my journey.  Installations, stuff that can’t be bought, just experienced. The Art world is a weird beast. I’m still a total outsider, but i find it a tad fascinating.

Thank you all for coming out to the opening night. Was great to see you. Big thanks to Conrad and Michael. Especially Conrad such a wonderful individual. and all my friends. Having friends there was the best.  My BFF was so comfortable and included. That’s what matters. My BFF sat and chilled. I left before the night was over. Fight the Power and much love to all.

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30 day ARt challenge, continues

The last two thirds of the ARt challenge were fraught with major interruptions.

Before making the conscious decision to fall head first into a later in life motherhood. I interviewed every artist-woman I knew, every mother artist, every mother and every artist. My biggest question was, could I still be an artist and be a mother? Could I do both? Would being a mother, calm the quiet rage inside me? Would I lose my drive, my inspiration?  I had many other issues surrounding motherhood, and my non-predisposition towards it, but for now allow me to focus on art and motherhood.

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I read many articles from famous artist that were also mothers and from many women that were also artist that had children. A majority said, that you have to give all to your craft if you ever wanted to truly succeed. Some, like Vivienne Westwood claimed it was possible but also unbelievably  boring.  An Italian sculpture who I found very inspiring claimed it aided her to focus her work. That one could no longer wait to be inspired, to have the divine muse descend when the circumstances were perfect. (not that I ever had that), but as an artist she made time for her art and made time for her children. Yes she wasn’t as prolific as many of her male contemporaries for awhile, but whatever. She made good stuff, and has no regrets in the winter of her life. She grabbed whatever time she could find and did it.

So with that, I’ve made time over the last few years. Rather I steal time.

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Instead of conjuring up 2am passion, it has to be mixing paint after the 9am drop off.

This month, 12 days into the 30 day challenge, an exercise I needed to clear out the cobwebs and create new stuff.  The bubs gets very ill and we end up in hospital. A road we’ve been down often enough. But this round, it’s unfamiliar in it’s medical speak. I lose my mojo. There is a lot of dead time in hospital, a lot of sitting and waiting and checking and sitting and waiting and staring.

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A few days back home, we start home schooling, I incorporate  art lessons into our every day lives, as it feels as I’ve forgotten to draw. I did draw or create every day, but it wasn’t the usual just show up and do it, it was forced. I had nothing. I blanked. Angry late night words on paper with lines that didn’t make any sense.

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30 day ARt challenge

Day 10, of the 30 day ARt challenge. Sometimes I have something in mind, sometimes I just let my brain do it’s thing. Creation comes from creating, inspiration comes often from action. Life is full of distractions, reasons and practicalities to not make art. Some days I’ve had 10 minutes, others a couple of hours, but even when I’m just really not feeling it, it needs to be done.  So the best way forward to generate more ideas, more art, more stuff is to make. So from goat skull fallopian tubes to montages of my spiritual mother, this is the work of the last ten days. Some will be used to create bigger and further work, others will remain in closed books or the bin to new adventures….

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