Housewife Rebellion, 2013
I Love Sunshine
I love sunshine, more than you could ever imagine. It smells of spring and I am happy.
One For Sorrow, Two For Joy
Ink and watercolour, 2016
A fathers day painting for my daddy. I do like a good magpie (or two) – such intelligent birds, they always look like they’re plotting, pondering what to do next…
The intention was to paint a beautiful, detailed perfect magpie card – this A3 page started off as a mess of practice sketches! As is so often the way, when I came to working on the “real” picture, I just couldn’t get him to look right… all sorts of peculiar-looking pigeons and penguins were appearing on the paper. So back I went and added some gorgeous colour and splodgy ink to this page – really chuffed with this picture, and I think my father likes it too. It is now up in my parents kitchen; high praise indeed.
A sneak preview. I’ve sewn the horizontal rows, now just gotta stitch these all together…. getting there. It’s gonna look amazing on a wall in a gallery. Oh yes please! Loosely hung up, so its all lovely and textured and tactile and vaguely crumpled…. so you could attempt to see the other side perhaps……
Well I have spent far too long house-hunting today with non-existent money…. buy oh, it’s nice to daydream! One day.
Recent sketchbook page…….! Drawn on the train to St Pancras.
Took a trip to the Tate Modern last weekend to go see the Lichtenstein retrospective. Never been too fussed by him, I think partly because in school EVERYONE was copying his work, and I… wanted to be different, being the quirky person I thought I was. But I do appreciate how important he was. And his work does not look interesting reproduced in an A4 book. It needs to be massive, you NEED to see it in person!
It was a really enjoyable exhibition. Felt quite happy, and sort of peaceful floating around, appreciating his paintings for what they were. We didn’t feel the need to read all about him, and indeed there weren’t loads of words everywhere. It was a lovely light-hearted show, and it’s incredible to be able to see the paintings so up-close and from a distance. Some of the colours were amazingly vivid, and, I guess like most art, reproductions just do not do his work justice! In the gift shop, there were a few images I would have liked to buy, but NOT postcard size- I want massive prints that don’t even fit in my flat. Ha. Er yes.
Off to Camden tomorrow to catch up with my little sister, which I’m looking forwards to muchly. Whilst there, gonna go visit Camden Arts Centre who have an exhibition on at the moment of the work of Dorothy Iannone, which looks right up my street……..
Now must go do the bloody washing up. I want to stomp my feet like a teenager and protest angrily… but there’s no-one here to complain to…. Must do less cooking and eat out more. It’s the only solution.
So being a penniless artist is not all it’s cracked up to be. The boyfriend and I have fallen into these horribly gender-stereotypical roles…… I NEED TO FIND A JOB! I can’t just fill up my time with volunteering…….. or can I?! Ha ha. Oh. I’m trying to get a teaching assistant job, because children are awesome and I’ll have time to carry on being an artist. Have had a few interviews, which have all gone REALLY WELL. Or so I thought. So please someone give me a chance? I’ll be wonderful, I promise!
Ah, the man is on his way home. Must get into the kitchen and cook him his dinner, he’ll be tired after a long day in the office, bless.
HA HA NOPE. To the pub! I’m off out. Au revoir.