DAFFODILS MAY CURE DEPRESSION, said my newspaper. Ha, I laughed, no shit Sherlock, OF COURSE they cure depression! Look at them.They are the happiest flowers in the world. They are my favourite flowers, and always make me smile. I wish you could buy them all year. I love daffodils. Anyways. The scientific breakthrough is because of some important chemicals-or-summat actually in them. Not because of their cheerful exterior. I feel some embroidery coming on. Daffodil prescriptions?
I went to the Washington Gallery in Penarth this morning to pick my work up from the exhibition, and OH I sold a piece! My swearing, fuck you embroidery. Which I liked very, very much- I am glad someone else did too. I wonder who bought it…
I have been drawing a lot lately. Sometimes it’s hard to stop…? Have to start scribbling the next one down before I’ve even finished the picture I’m on…. Been using indian ink, fine liners, a paint brush and a dip pen. It is going well, and feels lovely. Here are some ladies. I think they are the same person. In-fact I am starting to think that all of the women I draw are me. They’ve been following me around for years.
I do like a good swear word. When it is appropriate, and in moderation. Use any word too often and it loses all meaning. Slightly off on a tangent, a tanker driver in work annoyed me yesterday. Can’t even remember what we were chatting about in the office, but he was going to swear, and then stopped himself, because I was there. Oh the poor little innocent lady who can’t cope with swear words. BAH.
I unexpectedly sold some embroidery on Newbloodart the other week- ‘False Hope 2’. I like it, but it wasn’t overly…..well done. But I think it had some oomph. Feeling. I made it the morning following one of the most traumatic nights of my life which resulted in absolutely no sleep. Rather mad, though lovely, friends and a bridge and shouting and ringing policemen and ambulance men and panic and…yeah wow. Not good times. Yet still we ended up in the school of art somehow the next day….?! So that is when I sewed this. All art must have a story behind it, I guess we just don’t always find out that story. I want to tell people my stories. Oh no, I’ve been rabbiting on about this, and I can’t find a picture of it… Oh no. Please don’t tell me I sold it without taking a photo? Oops.
This page from my current sketchbook seems appropriate.
Handed my work in at the Washington Gallery in Penarth this morning, tis a lovely space, I am very excited about the exhibition opening on Friday! Although wondering what they’ll make of my swear words… I managed to leave before they’re had a look. Oh it’s art, they can’t censor me. Ha ha. Pretty, huh? Well I like it 🙂
So after having work in middle-of-nowhere north Wales and central London, it is about flipping time the lovely people of lovely Penarth got to have a gander- I did grow up there, after all. So quite excited about this exhibition, mmhmm yup. So everyone is invited to the private view- do come along, it’ll be grand 🙂