Open Studio Etiquette & Wellies...

I keeled over with effort of painting this massive tryptich

Open Studio This Sunday 9th & Sunday 16th, 2pm-4pm 

Having had some studio days before I am no longer a novice at it.... but a little knowledge is a dangerous thing and so I have succeeded in simply terrifying myself.  Therefore I have been avoiding doing anything that needs doing . .  this blog for example  . . . . but I have been cooking . . inspired by Masterchef no less, I have been making ravioli. Needless to say, this is without the proper flour, or a pasta maker.  Jamie Oliver told me all I need is the biceps of an Italian Mama. So this is what I have been doing instead of preparation for the Open Studio Days. 

A bit bockety... but beautiful

Cooking is good for the soul, if not for my sleep, because, of course, it is in the middle of the night that I think of all the things I still want to do... Fix my website . . .  Especially the stuff I can't do myself . . .Chainsaw the tree from the driveway that's been there since the big storm last week. These are the tasks that haunt me in the early hours - the need to send emails, attend to orders and count the number of red mail bags left. 

Creeping into my night also comes the memory that I never shared with you as I promised, the little movie I made while I was waiting for my calendars to arrive. It will always be mystery to me how i managed to post it on facebook accidentally, but still can't share it by email.  You might be able to see it here

I also worry in the middle of the night that nobody turns up or worse, so many people turning up that there is traffic chaos on on the N11. And then there is the decking which can be slippy when wet and is currently covered in leaves. I don't want anyone sliding helter skelter into my lily pond, so more non-slip wire is down in most places (but not all), and a sign is going up at the gate (hopefully). I'll probably be wondering where my sparkly glasses got to as soon as my head hits the pillow tonight. 

But the more I think about the open studio (especially in the middle of the night), I think it might be useful to mention some etiquette. The main expectation is that it will be relaxed and easy going. There will be an opportunity to be sociable and have mulled wine and mince pies, (alcoholic and non-alcoholic versions) and pick up calendar orders (if you made one). You can wear whatever you like (except your shoes in the house), and wellies are recommended, considering the forecast.  There will be an opportunity to see some paintings and to buy if you like, but this is not an expectation. 

The first time I had an open studio someone asked me for a price list and I fell into a fluster. It never occurred to me, and my guests were confused.... wasn't this the point of an open studio?  I didn't think so, I said, as they walked away with a painting under each oxter. The second time I had the paintings and the list but no numbers to correspond with the paintings. I am very slow, people expect to see paintings in an artist's studio on open day. I'll do my best.  

What to bring? I'd say bring an umbrella, bring a friend if you like, and be prepared to kick off your shoes in the house (but not in the studio...it is so cold underfoot that my own toes nearly fall off). 

A final thing to be aware of, is safety. Take care to walk only on the decking that has wire on it.  Park in the driveway, if you can and leave the wheelchair access ramps clear.  If you don't like tight spaces and /or reversing, ask for help (hoot your horn).  Leave no valuables visible in your car if you park along the roadway as cars have been known to have their windows smashed (even out here). 

Shortly I will be heading off to the Christmas Fair at Newcastle Community Centre where I'll set up my stall, but not before I have a private word with the man of the moment, Santa. 

But for now, it's time for breakfast,

with many thanks, 

Why I can't listen to this...

Rebecca Crowell and Mary Duffy  discussing work in Ballinglen 

I can't bear listening to the Messy Studio's Podcast . . .It's not just that I have my own messy studio of course, and more mess is just too much . . No, it is not that.

In fact, each night for the last few weeks, I have been avidly listening to Rebecca's podcasts. Let's be clear. I love them. All of them,. Just can't be listening to this one. No, the podcast and variety of subjects is great. I particularly liked the discussions on abstraction and Rebecca's own journey (to pure abstraction).

I won't be listening to this week's podcast because the microphone was turned in my direction. Rebecca created a recording studio in my car as we sat in the windswept wilds of north Mayo, and that is why I won't be listening to this one . . I will save myself the sleepless nights and the "How can I be so incoherent / say something so stupid? (endless ranting)

However, without reservation, I can highly recommend it to you . . as each and everyone of the other podcasts is great, and this one should be no different (ouch).

Look, if you like, skip this latest one but do listen to the rest. They’re perfect. And don't forget to give the Messy Studio loads of stars if like me you rate it very highly.

For the moment, it is time for breakfast,

Listen HERE

Telling Tales by the Yarn

It's been a while since I wrote and there are no excuses. Soon it will be time to make new year's resolutions, but I am not going to wait until then. Enough said. 

After an exciting time with The Goose Field exhibition, the considerable dust has settled (for the moment at least). Along with many things I have neglected, my website has suffered in particular. Last August, in a rush to update it, I accidentally deleted everything.  The mistake has left me rigid staring into the empty space for months. 

In an effort to avoid the task, I beat a hasty retreat to the studio and I have been busy getting gloriously mucky and messy with masses of paint and wax and even more muck on a massive scale (for me, at least). It's been a great excuse to avoid touching my keyboard. But this is the morning, I am choosing to dust myself down and start again. I will be working hard to restore my website  . . . If you click on it now, it will look like it is still there and it looks just dandy . .  but it is stuck in a time warp and it is an enormous job to fix it.  If I were to press "make live now" the whole website would crumble away like a house of cards.  So, I must upload all the pictures again and label them all and get the sizes right and even after that there is, even more, to be done. 

This is only half of one big painting

On Wednesday, Nov 15, I will be on The Mermaid's stage with Donald Teskey with whom I have been engaged in a mentoring relationship for over a year now. If you would like to come and hear us talk about our big adventure, and see some pictures . .  it will be held in theatre of The Mermaid Arts Centre, Bray, Co Wicklow on the night of November 15 at 7pm. 

I have been painting for ten years now. I see myself at a point of transition. While still deeply interested in landscape, circumstances have led me to try to work more from my memory of places, rather than directly on site. This is so not what I am used to. I am used to the wind in my face and the rain on my palette. Early in 2014, I injured my neck. As someone already without arms, it affected my ability to do most things, and I became very incapacitated as a result. This limitation stopped me painting for some time and changed the way I approach a canvas. Now when I want to paint, I have to now plan it carefully, think long and hard, and then very fast, and very swiftly apply the paint. As a result, my paintings are different. And for me, better . . . and its not just because I love big brushes. Early in the morning has always been the best time for me. It offers the promise of magic to be achieved before breakfast. I often get up early , like I have this morning, driven by the promise (especially in winter) of the pre-dawn hour. But these days, I take this to extremes and I have gotten into a bad habit of getting up at 3am with a satisfied grin on my face and the promise never to do this again. However, it works. And that is what is so wrong with me. I like what works. So when all else fails, it is the middle of the night that I turn to to complete my projects. I have too many unfortunately . . . my toes are in too many puddles . . . I got totally immersed in writing a socio-economic profile - don't even ask what that was. But suffice to say, it was very interesting and totally absorbing, but after sixty pages of pictures and numbers I just had to stop, because even I know when, too much is, too much. Another middle of the night project was to write a few lines about Dubin of article about Dublin and artists on for a new UK based magazine for emerging artists . . When all three copies that came to Ireland hit the shelves they were gone by lunchtime. The magazine did a feature asking a number of artists to contribute their best tips for artists visiting Dublin for a few days. My top tip was to visit art shops in the city. Yes, I know. Probably as boring as hell to you who pass them every day but to me - sitting here with my view of the sunrise and the cattle across the Goose Field, mooching in an art shop is something to be savoured. This is not just because they are endangered species - real shops one can mooch in - but also places of real inspiration.

On orange not being the only envelope..

I am getting ready (to send empty envelopes)

Yesterday I got a call from my good friend, the magnificent Mary Bale, who has tried to help me with my problem with numbers and data and generally on how to get a grip. 

In the course of our catch up she asked about the exhibition, and how was all the organising going? I didn't know quite how I understood that there was something not quite right.  It was probably that her tone was a bit non-plussed and at the same time curious. "Ooohh, so you have sent some out already?" Yes, says I. Big job. Lots of lists and ticks and boxes and stuff. I will be seeing orange envelopes in my sleep for some time to come.

"Oohh!" she says, Orange? How orange?"

Yes, says I. Very. Orange. They were quite big and orange.

"Well that explains it", she says. "I did get a big orange envelope some time ago. Beautifully addressed. Stamp in the right place. But no return address or any indication where they came from" .  . and wait for it . . . "nothing in it!"

It's been a long 24 hours . . .  wondering just how many envelopes went out with nothing in them? My new studio assistant points out brightly that as long as I don't have many left, most of the envelopes must have gone out filled, and not empty. There is some logic in that. But none had a return address . . . so if you got a big empty orange envelope with nothing in it, well this is what you were missing.

In the meantime the work continues. .labeling, measuring, counting, framing, stringing, bolting and boxing.  There are even more (different) invites going out late next week for those who are so organised that they like reminders and for the rest of us . . who decide the big things at the last minute.

If you got an empty envelope can you please let me know? 

Thanks

 

INVITE: The Goosefield - An Exhibition 

Opening Reception June 23rd 2017 - 9pm

Signal Art Gallery, Bray

As I write this  I am reminded of a time I spent ten days painting in North Mayo, and picking seaweed.  This was not least because tonight, I had the seaweed for dinner.

Seaweed for dinner

Painting of the coast in North Mayo
where my dinner came from tonight

Sitting here on a Sunday afternoon with the sun is shining - I'm tying myself to my desk trying to play catch up with all kinds of things, because I have lots of news to share.   

Some of my news is that I have participated in two shortish movies about painting . .  One,  at 60 seconds is really really short - and rather sweet. It is called Dathanna (meaning "colours" in the Irish language). It was put together very fast by two young men. The TickTock lads have entered it into a competition run by Sony to tell a story in 60 seconds. 

If you hear no sound, there is a "volume" bar on bottom left, beside the play button. And, if you know how to, and are skilled in these matters, please do "share it" and "like" it. You can forward this email to a friend by clicking on the link     

The second one is a much bigger production (be maybe 8 -10 times longer) and being made collaboratively with Caroline Brennan of Giant Leap Productions and it is currently being lovingly edited.  If you have watched the short documentary, at the 58th second you will have seen me standing on one leg painting like a mad thing, with a canvas tied to fence post and the rain pelting down. So far, so normal . . . 

This is all in aid of my exhibition in Bray in the summer. The exhibition will be in the Signal Arts Centre and will run from Tuesday 20th June - Sunday 2nd July 2017. The opening reception is planned for Friday 23rd June from 7 - 9 pm. 

As the woman said, if you have more than one priority, you have none. And so it is with regret every evening I turn off the blinking screen that I have not yet managed to write a Blog for many weeks now. 

However, today is the day and this is going out before I have my breakfast whether I like it or not and if it is full of typos my new motto as you know is that perfect is the enemy of the good (enough). Seriously. 

Yes, I have lists of my lists. That is so bad and it can only mean one thing. Yes, I am preparing for an exhibition. It is called The Goose Field, and is a series of paintings based on what I see every day. There will be a few surprises in it for those of you who have been following my journey for some time now. 

Suffice to say that it will be my first solo show for a while and I seem to have lost the knack of figuring out what to do in which order. I bought canvases that don't need frames and I painted most of my pictures on special oil paper that do need frames. I order frames in a panic for pictures that are not painted yet. "Business as usual, so", I hear you snort into your morning cappaucino. Well, yes, even I admit this bit is true. 

My blue beetle is sadly no more and for many months now I have been without a car. It has both shrunk and conversely, expanded my world. It has shrunk my work in the sense that I reach out now only within what I consider striking distance of my other set of wheels - about 12 miles. My spectacular bike - which is built for speed, is a challenge on the small country roads. I am of course lit up like some kind of fluorescent lemon and lime spectacle in an effort to be seen by the crazed motorists. 

It has expanded my world in that the world now seems to come to me . . sadly mostly in the form of big brown boxes by courier. But I do try and buy from real shops that deliver. Ding Dong! As the door bell chimes that means another delivery of something I ordered that I don't need yet, but will do one day. It also means it is time for breakfast.