Monday, April 28, 2014

looking for an up ...

For the past few days I've been hit with a kind of melancholia ... there's no other word that fits how I'm feeling.  I do not know what is wrong but something is.  Weird.  It's like my world is a bit off kilter, not in the best shape that it could be in and I've no idea how it got like that or even less of a clue how to fix it, if it even can be fixed.  I'm teetering on the brink of having a good bawl most of the time but as far as I can see there's nothing wrong, nothing to cry about and everything to look forward to. 

The word for this is 'prescience'.  Scientists, realists, pragmatists, poo-poo the whole concept of 'other' dimensions of consciousness, or having second sight/clairvoyance but I've had these feelings on and off for most of my adult life.  I've learnt not to ignore them. 

It works on the opposite plane as well - I've had feelings of absolute euphoria on many occasions in my life.   There's been no reason to justify the sudden overwhelming sense of complete happiness, no plan about to come to fruition that I could base the 'premonition' on.  Just an unflinching, unwavering knowledge that something exceptionally good is about to happen, something that's going to change my life in a huge way.  The feeling is so strong that it forces me to walk with a spring in my step, giggle like a little girl, smile continuously all the time ... when this happened the first time, I thought I was losing it.    

With the down-prescience, that I'm in the midst of at the moment, I am gripped in a powerless state, I can't do anything about what's coming up because I can't 'see' what it is.  I become lethargic, bored, lose interest in most things.  Any task seems meaningless.  I have an intrinsic knowledge in my bones that something catastrophic is about to happen that will have a deep impact on my psyche. The inability to be able to plan ahead and avoid it, is so frustrating, saddening and worrying.  It feeds upon itself in a vicious circle and I feel like the proverbial sword of damoclese is hanging over my head.  

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Biding my time over there on Wordpress

I have been posting pictures of my art to a Wordpress blog since March and the response that I have received has, frankly, knocked me out.  I am beyond amazed at the calibre of creative people (artists, writers, sculptors, photographers) who are 'liking' my work and 'following' my blog.  Some of these artists have established careers and are internationally known with huge portfolios of work.  It has been gratifying for me to get this level of feedback from my peers and has encouraged me enormously.  I am beginning to understand that I do have something to give, as an artist, and that my work does  have artistic merit, so this has been a very positive time for me.   I have never received this kind of response from the posts that I've done here on Blogger.

In addition to the work that I've posted on this blog, I have added the following pieces to my Wordpress site:

Memories of Africa - this was an original painting that I reworked

Windy day at Caister-on-Sea  - Mixed Media Collage using silk material for texture, acrylic and effect paints

Kelp2  - texture using caulk, acrylic paint on stretched canvas

Norfolk Rapeseed - study for larger work - caulk, acrylic paints

Untitled Mixed Media  - substrate is a previous old painting, covered in newspaper cuttings, glue, acrylic paint, irridescent paints, metallic paints

I may not continue posting here, as I am now concentrating most of my effort on getting representation with a gallery - I've been told to concentrate on the London area, rather than mess about with Norfolk galleries. So we'll see how I get on with that.

The biggest dilemma I have at the moment, is working out the value of a piece.  This is a very hard problem for me, as I automatically denigrate my stuff, so putting a positive value on it is not something that I have any clue how to do!   I was considering asking people to comment / complete a poll on my Wordpress blog but this might look very unprofessional.  

Friday, April 11, 2014

Monumental pieces of art in the Scottish landscape

Something inspiring (for a change) ... The Kelpies (a monument to working horses) at Falkirk, Scotland.   Google it, watch the video of construction process here.

Andy Scott - creator - with two Clydesdale's 

Friday, April 4, 2014

Off the side of my head

So tomorrow marks the twentieth anniversary of the death of Kurt Cobain. 20 years.  Wtf.  That's not right, surely.   What were you doing in April 1994 then?  Wow, what a mind trip.  That was like a long, long time ago.  I'd just got divorced.  Seriously wanted to move to the UK but couldn't, due to my mother still being alive in Cape Town and my children needing moral and emotional support.  I remember sitting in my little one-bedroomed flat one night, contemplating suicide.  Even though I'd extricated myself from a dead marital situation, I was still trapped and I would forever be trapped (as far as I could see it then).  But then I put on some Nirvana and banged my head a bit ... years roll by, life goes on, shit happens and da dah ... now I'm living the dream. 

Thursday, April 3, 2014

To my muse *

Well I approached two other galleries at the beginning of this week.  I was given some encouragement by the second one but still no representation.  "Take the good from whence it cometh" I (kinda) hear you say in the back of my head. I am getting a lot of positive feedback from the dudes over on Wordpress - so that's nice and fine and dandy. No, I won't link my Wordpress blog to this one.

So how are you today?  Are you happy? Do you ever miss me? I miss you. Will you ever talk to me again?

*His name starts with a "G"

Lost and Found

I'm Italian. I like Art. I work for Fiat. One day in 1975, I go to a lost-property auction and see these two paintings:

Sorry about the small images, best I could grab off Google at the moment.

I buy them for 45,000 Italian lire (23 euros; £19).   Several decades later, my son comes to visit, he's got a book on Art.   He's flipping through the pages and comes across a spread on Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin.   'Hey dad, this dude's paintings look almost the same as the ones you've got on the kitchen wall..."

 A.      If you are even slightly interested in Art, how could you NOT see that these paintings were by a world-famous  artist?
B.      They were on your kitchen wall, moved from one house to another and nobody who saw them bothered to check what they were and by whom?
C.      These paintings do not belong in Italy, they should be sent back to France. 
C.      Paul Gauguin, in my humble opinion, is the most influential painter of his time and the guiding light urging me on, the reason I keep trying to paint.  I cried when I saw this article (link at the top of this post).  Well not real tears, but I did get all choked up.   I would KILL people to have a Gauguin on my kitchen wall.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Go Optimus

So last Sunday was Mother's Day here in Ye Olde UK.  My daughter decided that we should watch a chick flick, something not too heavy, no horrors, a bit uplifting (for a change) ... so what does she hire? 'The Impossible' with Obi-Wan-Kenobi and a chick actress who get seriously fucked up by a tsunami. And survive. What a joyful little film!  Not.   Lady of the house has since been banned, with immediate effect, from choosing anymore movies for our Saturday/Sunday night's entertainment.

Speaking of movies, who's sick of superhero fillums?  I never thought I'd say that at all. Ever in my life. But I'm right fed up with Spiderman, the Avengers, Batman, Superman, Thor, TMNT et al ... but I'll NEVER be tired of Transformers ... yeeha!  And now the deluxe version with a REAL actor in (Marky Mark, as opposed to dweeble Shia LeBouffe) ... oh yum, can't wait - going to be watching this soon enough.

Hope springs eternal

Why, whenever we read stuff about American politics, do commentators only mention the Republicans and the Democrats?  I didn't even know that there's a party called the Libertarians - which is the third largest in the US, according to that stronghold of wisdom and public knowledge, Wikipedia. You never hear anything about these people, why not?

It's a beautiful day here today, birds are chirping optimistically in the trees.  Hay fever is bound to kick in soon, as the pollen permeates our house ... all around us the trees are in full bloom, pink, yellow, gold, white and here in Norfolk there are daffodils, literally, everywhere.

I'm thinking that it's time I found me a man.