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.

Dia de los Muertos

This series originally titled 3rd Mexican killed (in reference to third trumpeter killed) was inspired by the news of a violent weekend of gang related slayings, where Mexico’s top musicians were slaughtered for having their ballads associated with rival gang members.

MexicanTrumpetWEB

A trumpet player was found dead with his hands and feet bound and a nylon bag over his head in southern Mexico, the third murder of a musician in Mexico in less than aweek.  Jose Luis Aquino, 33, played for 14 years with Los Conde, which was founded in Tututepec, Oaxaca, and later moved to the resort town of Puerto Escondido.
Aquino was found in southern Mexico, unlike two earlier victims discovered last weekend — Sergio Gomez, a singer with K-Paz de la Sierra, and singer Zayda Pena — who were found in a northern province of the country.
ProtectorsShameWEBValentin Elizalde was killed in November 2006, after his song To My Enemies became a drug lord’s anthem.  However the recent murders have targeted artists who sing mainly about love and loss, leading to fears in Mexico that mainstream singers will be at risk if their music becomes associated with rival gangs.

3rdmexicankilled

Jonathan Martinez, 22, and Gustavo Alejandro, 35, from the local band La Excelencia were    murdered in a bar Vida Divina in the capitol of the Mexican state of Jalisco by four suspected gang members.
When their set drew to a close La Excelencia were angrily goaded into playing two more songs before the propertier of the bar called time at 4am. The crowd proved tough when one of the four suspects threw a grenade onto the stage, injuring one and causing a panic stricken audience to stampede towards the exit. As customers and the musicians ran for the door, the four men opened fire.

SaintWeb

I took inspiration from the style of Mexican ‘miracle’ or ‘votive’ paintings to depict these  contemporary scenes.  Mexican ‘votives’ (aka miracle paintings) are normally small paintings, created on roof tiles or small plaques that show a moment of miracle or humility where a person asks for help from a saint and is delivered from disaster or death.

These works alongside others will be on display at Mexicasa in Stratford, (377 High St, London, E15 4QZ) until December 22nd 2018.  (www.mexicasa.co.uk). Mexicasa is a big beautiful space located in the other side of Stratford, just below my studio.  They do authentic, well priced and delicious food and I must say their Margaritas are life affirming.  There will be a closing party Thursday December 20th, where art work will be available for purchase as well as a fine selection of prints, both framed and unframed. Come and join me.

 

Hackney Wick Art Jumble


We’re getting ready to rumble for HACKNEY WICK ART JUMBLE. One of a kind #cushions #cards #protester prints #sinisterpussy. All proceeds go towards wine & libations for SINISTER PUSSY staff party. Festive Art Jumble Sale Hackney Wick @GROW, 98C Wallis Road, Main Yard, Hackney Wick


E9 5LN London, Saturday 1-5, https://www.facebook.com/events/988169431321036??ti=ia #GROW, #HackneyWick #cwstubbs


..Hackney Wick Art Jumble this Saturday, I’ve got Sinister Pussy cushions; one of a kind Crimbo cards, renegade protest prints, beautifully framed mirrored MRI brain scans, original paintings that need a new home, all perfect gifts for the one you love or hate…

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

gold for blog

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.

POOCH-trumpnuclear

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…

FW-soldier

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)

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

InstaPVtest2

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..