Privilege
On Saturday I was given the privilege of a one hour crit with British artist, Graham Crowley. This much-needed and very welcome initiative came curtesy of Core Gallery, and Rosalind Davis.
Wow, it is seven years since I had a one-to-one crit, with someone who is prepared to look at your work and tell you, honestly, what they see.
I am a great believer in the peer critique, where a group of artists get together and discuss their work. indeed, I ran one called: Talk About The Work at Claremont Studios, Hastings for three years. And it was a great success.
However, the one-to-one crit with an ‘art-elder’ is something else. Something unique. It is a conversation between two people. And when it works one achieves a momentary intimacy and connectivity, relating to one’s own work, that is a rare and wonderful thing. Indeed, the connections, sparks, observations, book recommendations [and temporary euphoria] that arrived out of that hour will nourish me for a long while yet.
Overall, the experience was painful but postively liberating. I now feel energised.
And today, after months of considering: how to emerge? while in actual fact often thinking: what is the point?
I did some things that I didn’t know I wanted to do:
I applied for a new open
I sent off an initial-proposal for co-curating an exhibition I have been thinking about for ages
I said ‘yes’ to giving work to an Xmas Charity auction at WW Gallery, Hackney
I wrote down some tentative ideas for new work
I wrote some lists – always a good feeling!
What happened on Saturday was a sort of purging. I expressed out loud my doubts, anxieties and hopes for my work.
It was a moment when I physically felt myself turning a corner – away from the dark alley I had become lost in.
I realise I have been on a treadmill – making work, just for the sake of it.
When actually, a bit of quiet reflection will probably pay equal dividends.
To end on a more amusing note: thinking I was being professional, I have recently begun to paint the edges of my stretchers …. something I now remember from art school that is extremely uncool! And, for all that was said in that one-hour crit, that was the only cringe-making moment. I didn’t mind that three months of work was slated, I could see it’s unrelenting vacancy, it’s pointlessness.
But to be caused to cringe at one’s own mistaken, petty vanity …. now that was hard.
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Graham Crowley’s paintings can be seen at: http://www.grahamcrowley.co.uk
