Friday, 26 July 2013

In which I become a capitalist

It's all rather exciting really.

I've opened an Etsy shop - see link to the left.

I will be selling prints of my work, so far priced £6 to £12, which I will send out to you with a little business card I made on my computer, wrapped in shiney cellophane.
There is also a double set of postcards in the shop for £2.50 (see pictures below).

I've also put up some of my originals for sale - I've not sold an original for a while, and I realised I've grown oddly emotionally attached to my work. To save me from this hoarding instinct (which will only end with me alone in a house full of art work and hundred of cats), please buy them off me.

Etsy is rather lovely. Lots of people making things. With their very own hands. I like that sort of thing.

Capitalist moment over. I will now go and draw.

Sunday, 21 July 2013


I have a mini-exhibition coming up in our local organic cafe. There is limited wall space, so as well as choosing a few of my bigger drawings to hang, I wanted to make some smaller images too.

I was thinking about why I love to draw people so much, rather than, say, houses or landscapes. For me, it is that people are such beautiful and mysterious creatures. You can talk with a person, you can touch them and laugh with them, but something about them remains always hidden, locked away and known only to themselves.
I think when drawings portraits or even in life classes, the artist has a chance to glean something about the subject of their attention in a different way. It is the same even in self portraits - it is an attempt to see yourself clearly or in a new way.

A person is never so locked into themselves as when they are asleep. Blind to the world, lost in a landscape of privates images, desires, nightmares, mundanity, joy...

These simple drawings are about dreaming. I have not attempted to draw the dreams, only the simple lines of the dreamer. As with all my recent work, the figure is unsupported, alone in space.

Friday, 19 July 2013

Exhibition, Breaking Convention, home for tea.

The 'Making Tracks' exhibition at the Brighton ONCA gallery is now hung and open to the public.

One of the women who runs the gallery was kind enough to send me some photos of how it looks. I really hope I get a chance to go down and see all the work at some point.

Here is my little beetle, bravely journeying over the blank of the paper

Where I did manage to get to recently was London - specifically Greenwich for Breaking Convention.
As it says on their website, this is a "biennial conference on psychedelic consciousness". We attended last time the event was held in Canterbury in 2011 (so much has happened and changed since then...). As last time, the range of speakers was very diverse. Some people speak from an 'insider' perspective as those who use psychedelics, often from a spiritual or religious perspective. There are also scientists who discus research into the effects, benefits and problems with various 'drugs'. I find the scientists the most interesting, as I so rarely encounter scientific thought and research in my life. 

This time, Ben Sessa spoke about benefits which can be gained by PTSD patients from controlled, clinical treatment with MDMA. Sadly, much important research into real advantages of such substances - when used in certain ways - is never funded, or never sees the light of day, because of the governments drug policy. 

Everyone seemed to have a good time together, despite the heat. Here we are posing for a conference photo with flowers - well, there has to be some hippy element to such an occasion.

The very odd sight of skyscrapers behind trees, rather than the Dartmoor hills I am now used to. 

And then we got the train and returned to Devon.
It is gorgeous here, green slowly baking into crisp gold. Phew.
Pizza for tea.