Ah, well into the month of March and since March was named after the Roman God of war, I thought this picture with a toy gun is appropriate, (not that I am a fan of war) but as Alice Walker wrote in the book: The Colour Purple: “A grown child is a dangerous thing”
In the studio I am “fighting” with unfinished pieces, admin and time.
I recently had an encounter with a beautiful animal (seal) when I went for my daily swim in the Goukou river and afterwards a friend told me that I should regard it as a sign to “go with the flow.” So while I concentrate on going with the flow…I’d like to tell you about some exciting things that’s coming up in the next 3 months:
“Stitched” (part 1) a group show is opening on the 24th of March at the Paradigm gallery in Philadelphia USA! Three of my works will be shown alongside some amazing artists using embroidery and stitching techniques in their work. It’s the first time that my work will be seen in the USA and I am super excited to be included in this show.
*Please contact firstname.lastname@example.org if you would like to be on the digital collector preview list for this exhibition.*
In April I will be participating in “A Visual Requiem for Judith Mason” a travelling group exhibition..
….a tribute to celebrate the art and life of Judith Mason who sadly passed away earlier this year.
For the month of May: I am in the process of getting my work ready to ship it to the Netherlands for the Rijswijk Textile Biennial 2017!
I will post some images of the work soon, but for now I’d like to leave you with this quote by Patti Smith from her book: Just Kids, which I finished reading over the weekend:
“In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one’s work caged in art’s great zoo’s – The Modern, The Met, The Louvre?
I craved honesty, yet found dishonesty in myself. Why commit to art? For self-realisation, or for itself? It seem indulgent to add to the glut unless one offered illumination…..
I wondered if anything I did mattered…..?
Robert (Mapplethorpe) had little patience with these introspective bouts of mine. He never seemed to question his artistic drives, and by his example I understood that what matters is the work: The string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, the weave of colour and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life charged”