Well…a lot of work going on in the back room here, but I have got to the point that I no longer know if things are hanging together well or quite where to go next. I think I need to go back to the gallery that my show will be in. Look again at the space now that I have almost got to the point of framing up most of the work.
Framing is so expensive that I don’t want to go ahead and then decide against putting things in.In fact framing is terrifying. Cost. Getting it wrong.
I haven’t worked in a way that required framing for a while and it is definitely worrying me.
Today was spent drawing a distorted dragonfly – part of a series I am calling Conundrum- mostly as a way of keeping all the work together. Its together as a series in my head but I feel the need to allow the viewer to feel the same.
Yesterday I went to the new Jerwood Gallery in Hastings. An architectural gem of a building – inside and out -that sits seamlesly within its timeless beach setting between tall black net huts. Hopefully the local opposition will fade now its in situ.
Inagural show is Rose Wylie. Very strange. I had no feeling for it at all. None. Not irritation or repugnance or anger or amusement. No engagment. I have just never felt like that before. I was informed by the wall labels that it was witty and insightful and referenced contemporary culture. I just felt dead to this huge room of paintings that should have been shouting at me but weren’t.
The upstairs part of the gallery shows part of the Jerwood collection – the odd delicious thing but mostly not the best of artists from the 1950’s onwards.
If this part of the gallery is to be partially changed every six months and the entry fee for the one room main show remains at £7.00 then it will take something very special to draw me there again from Kent. One hour + £15.00 petrol makes for an expensive outing …
Still, my charity shop finds of the afternoon were five orange glass laboratory tubes……….something tells me that tomorrow will be spent with them and a collection of dead wasps…..my