(Photos taken on the journey)
I travelled up to Sheffield to take my work
down from the Blue Moon Café last Tuesday. Nothing had been sold I’m afraid to
say, but when I called in to Cupola Gallery later on they said they still interested
in representing my work, so at least that was positive. They particularly liked
my lorry paintings too, which I was pleased about, as this is the current
stuff.
I enjoyed a visit to the fantastic Graves
Art Gallery whilst I was in the city, which had an exceptional painting
collection. I took a lot of inspiration from it, finding it good soul food in
that way that only painting can provide for me. I couldn’t take my paintings
down from the café until three in the afternoon when it was quieter, so I had a
late lunch there and a final opportunity to view my paintings before I took
them off the walls. I was pleased with how they looked, but on observing
everyone in the café I was struck by how not one person seemed to notice that
they were there as they ate and conversed. I’ve been glad of the opportunity presented
by Cupola, but it felt problematic experiencing my work like this.
I left feeling a bit flat about it all, and
tired from the journey and events of the last few months. I was glad to have my
paintings back with me. They sort of
feel like old friends sometimes. They go up again at Artrix Arts Centre on
January 4th in my first exhibition of the New Year. It feels a bit
like Bob Dylan’s Never Ending Tour sometimes, only he manages to get a bit more
interest than me.
As I joined the M1 south back to
Birmingham, I put Beirut’s ‘Realpeople Holland’ album on the car stereo. ‘My Night
With The Prostitute From Marseille’ and the other, lovely in their synthesizer melancholy,
songs always cheer me up…
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