Kiss My Art and the return of MOJO

Kiss My Art UK, created and invigilated by the lovely Marina and Carlotta is a full-on immersive art event. They curate 10 artists to compete in a live painting competition.
Rationally speaking, painting while being watched with banging music in a dark room all while being on a strict time limit shouldn’t really work, the sheer ideological hipsterness of it could make it implode on itself. However, as it is run with such passion, support and genuine care it really has created something unique on London’s art scene.

Kiss My Art and London Drawing  10 artists battle it out in two rounds of life drawing and YOU DECIDE THE WINNER. There will be performance poetry, open mic, deejays and special guests and surprises. The night is housed in the supper stylish surroundings of the Tanner&Co warehouse with exemplary cocktails and snacks available. The emphasis is on fun, inclusive and arty night out. Support emerging London artists and give something back to the community, maybe go home with a piece of art work.

After four years with a proper studio and half a dozen shows under my belt, I’d run out of mojo.  No matter how much I flooded myself with the fermented grape, galleries, and shoving sage crystals up my nose, I just wasn’t feeling it. Except skulls, holy crap, I could paint skulls, and more skulls and skulls. But nothing beyond that.

 

Maybe it was a working in a job I found ethically unrewarding, that was sucking the life force out of me, maybe it was the abrupt death of a good friend who was one of my top art support team, maybe my mental health was no longer hell bent on a diabolical streak of self-destruction…who knows.
I was miserable and uninspired. A few mental health red flags were appearing on the horizon,  Everything was fine.
So, I decided with about 1000 different reasons to stop drinking for awhile. Something in my life needed a dramatic shake up, and nothing else was working. No amount of going to the gym, talking therapy, clean eating, being social, external and internal validation points were cutting the mustard. The ticker tape of self-loathing had cut its deep fangs in me again. So now I had been forced to confront all things that scare me and all things I used to numb with booze. I wanted more from life, so it was time to really do something about it.
I read Widow Basquiat by Jennifer Clement and Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. Both books about living a creative life, albeit from different extremes. I followed those with The Unexpected Joy of being Sober, I could easily relate with the author. The very definition of functional ‘alcoholic’, sure I was functional and I won’t classify myself as an alcoholic, but there have been times where  I have definitely cut it to the quick.

In the last five years, too many old friends and acquaintances have overdosed or thrown their lives away, implicitly or explicitly, slowly or abruptly and it’s not a path I wanted anything to do with anymore. Although my life gleams very differently externally, internally it felt like the pathway to destruction and I’m too damn old to live hard and die young.

I had>have to find new ways to use my time, new ways to get creative, new ways to fill the void and new ways to wrap my head around what it means to live a fulfilling life. Go me!

I could face not drinking with friends, (…ahem) but for as long as I have lived, getting a little bit fucked up and making art has been my top ten, (top one, top two favourite) ways to pass my time. But the whole drunk ‘suffering artist’ in studio cliché had run its course. I mean, I had to apologize to a big show’s curator’s girlfriend last year for the ungraceful way I drunkenly handled a discussion about the definition of feminist art. Burn useful bridges, burn….
I was about 173 days sober on the night of the competition. (March 2019) I was pretty surprised that I got in, delighted even, it was totally out of my comfort zone and as the time came closer, I really started to question what the hell I was doing. For starters, figurative painting is not by bag, nor is realism, (but it wasn’t Picasso’s bag either as a good friend pointed out) nor is being around people and here I have signed up for all three being held in a big fancy cocktail bar.
Marina and Carlotta of Kiss My Art were supportive and inclusive. They digitally promoted me and my work, (punk rock grrl) above and beyond. A good majority of the competitors were not just women but women with children, which was good. I will not get into the too old to be an emerging artist and too young to be dead handling of women and the arts.
http://londondrawing.com/events/kiss-my-art-competitive-painting-event/

So, there I was, out out, in a full-on bar, about to make an ass of myself and put my skills on display in public.

But you know what. Fuck it. I was there, I showed up and I did it. The best bit, was having a big group of friends there supporting me and my demons. When my name was called out, for the first time in a long time I heard a chorus of cheers, and that felt great.
Did I win> no. Did I come close> no. Was it fun> no, it was terrifying. However, focusing like that was great, the vibe was a craic. It was an absolute amazing rush. I didn’t hear the music, or notice the people.


The models were incredible, dark and twisted faceless beautiful creatures. It was an absolutely great experience. I’d gotten my mojo back.

I am loving being sober, having spent a couple of decades not, it’s a whole new world.

But enough of that for now. x It was a superb experience.

Wolf mother return

After a slight hiatus the mojo/muse came knocking at the door. Day 10 of taking a break from salt of the earth toxic company and I finally heard the call. The last 6 months in studio have been fruitless. Sure, some work has been created, but forced, no flow and mostly of angry dismembered naked female bodies against a pretty back drop. Been there done that, I lived through this lipstick smear shaven head period of the 90’s so..thanks brain. But that’s what stress does, doesn’t it? It slowly creeps in, becomes the norm and eats your joy.

I’m adoring the BLIND BOY pod cast, my new late night fantasy boyfriend with a shopping market bag in place of face. 

So in attempts to find new grounding and a wee slice of happiness. I’ve taken time off the stress hampster austerity wheel and decided to do something that felt right for me, instead of the right thing.

This is the first bit of anything that’s made me feel good & in the flow of creativity for a long while. So thought I’d share and raise a glass to more of fucking that.

Mucho love muchachos. X X 

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.

x x x

 

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Special K and Sinister C, Flaxton Ptooch Opening Night June 1 2017.

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have you seen her?  Well, no, not the golden center of an MRI scan of a rocknroller buddhists brain, but the artist known as  K Griffin https://www.katherinegriffinart.com/

Katherin Griffin I’m talking. The work Katherine creates is a little bit beautiful and magical and a much needed fantastical escape for the senses. I could say with a smattering of dark undertones that ground us in the day to day sublime of existence but then that would sound like some kind of artsy word salad, and I will be having none of that. thanks.

Check out https://www.instagram.com/katherinegriffinart/

In just over a week, Kaz and I will be joining forces and bringing our world of colour and beautiful ideologies the  to Flaxton Ptooch gallery in NWS.

PV June 1st from 7pm, show runs until July 3rd.  NW5 2JT

But more than skulls and cats w be.

Cats and skulls are fine fodder for the internet, but also on display will be the recent politically inspired posters to put in your front room bed-sit.

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Like the above mentioned  cunt waffle for example.

Many of these posters (a bakers dozen)  now seem tragically out of date, made a mere less than hundred days ago.  Now I am nearly looking back fondly on the fact that the worst thing POTUSatire had done was gone on about casually raping women, seems like the good ole days now that billions have been secured to the Saudi Arabian military lets kill everyone party exchange.  Oh happy days.

Or John Peters, one of the first pilots to be paraded on Iraqi TV as a POW…

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So, get your big boots and your dancing shoes on. Join the Special K and I-Sinister C, for an opening night to support the arts, let down your hair, raise a glass to the little people.

Much love.

CW

(That’s country and western if you don’t know my name)

Don’t fall in, come on out.

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Hello good people.

Well, the time has finally come to let the cats out of the bag.
I would love to take this opportunity to invite you to come and enjoy some new work including; giant cats, skulls and MRI brain scans at the launch night of my new show at Flaxton Ptootch Gallery in Kentish Town from 7pm on Thursday June 1st
The show runs until July 3rd, so if you can’t make it down on the first night, then you’ve got all month to have a look at your leisure.
I am showing alongside the artist Katherine Griffin, a Slade alumni whose work appears like some beautiful, velvety dreams in oil on canvas. Original works will be for sale alongside limited edition prints. There will be food and music and lots of previously unseen pieces. It will be a fun night full of colour and cocktails.
Say “Sinister Pussy” sent you at the door for free entry….be great to see you there. x x x
237 Kentish Town Road, NW5 2JT London. 
The PV starts at 7pm.
Closest tube is Kentish Town.
(turn left out of station and walk down approx 200m and FP is on your right)

 Charlotte is the fourth generation of committed self taught female painters in her family and has been honing her skills since her teens.  

 CW Stubbs  enjoys bringing beauty to subjects that are often disturbing or uncomfortable. Using vibrant colour to seduce the viewer and often stark        uncompromising imagery, she challenges our perception of the narrative truth from multi media sources. www.cwstubbs.com

More than Cats & Skulls…. Two bold and colorful painters will be showing at the Ptootch this June. Katherine’s detailed acrylics and gilded prints explore and celebrate life through psychodelic landscapes, whilst Charlotte’s work is often inspired by the global political one. Mixed media canvasses prints and collages pay homage to the forest, to Mexicana and the women of the cartel killings, protestors in all their rage, and the delicacies of the human mind and body. CEW Stubbs label Sinister Pussy paintings and textiles can be found here: www.cwstubbs.com Katherines work here:https://www.katherinegriffinart.com/

Private View Thursday June 1@ Flaxton Ptooch Gallery -Skulls, Cats, Cocktails and gary’s big brains.

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Thursday June 1st is launch night. I am bringing out the 3 giant kittens alongside the work of the very velvety talented katherine griffin https://www.katherinegriffinart.com/.

On display will be a multitude of skulls. There will be food, cocktails, music and many a print or original canvas to buy. I’m aiming to sell it all within the next few months, so get some while supplies last.  Show runs until July 3rd. Closest tube is Kentish Town. Come on down. Say ‘sinister pussy sent me’ at the door for free entry.

x x x

Stratford Open Studios

 Hey hey hey,

Essex house is having it’s open studios Sept 3rd! I’m showing off my Legend of Sooki Song series, previously known as Sooki Song and the Brain. Come and say hello..