I haven’t posted much during lockdown as to be honest… I’ve been catching up on virtually everything else except painting. A change is as good as a rest, they say. I am feeling very much in need of going back to the gallery as it has been 60 days and more since we last opened our doors. There is only so much cleaning and gardening my husband and I can do! We covid-proofed our unit last week, so we are now just waiting on Boris to give us a nod. I miss the routine and I’m struggling to sit at my home desk. I wish I could miss the snack cupboard!
My son had a major birthday recently so all plans went out of the window. I’m sure we’ll all celebrate him in style properly when we’re able, but this year was a quiet, weird day trying to honour him under restrictions. As part of his present, I painted one of his favourite footballers in oils on glass. I enjoyed this technique — it gives an inner light through the paint and makes it feel more 3D. I wasn’t the only one who liked it. The portrait is of James Milner of Liverpool and he liked my Instagram post that I uploaded his portrait to. Upcitin’! That’s made my birthday for when it comes around!
Enjoy, and stay safe xx
And for Max… sleep on, sleep well our beautiful boy. We never stop thinking about you and miss you every day. Night night Smiler xxx
The gallery may be shut for a while but that doesn’t mean I have to hang up the paint brushes! I’ve taken just about everything I can to make art back home with me, and set up a corner of the house for working in. All my good intentions for creating are well and truly scuppered at the moment though. How nice and sunny is it this week? We have tidied and reset the garden, cleaned everything and washed the car ready for helping anyone who needs us, as we have signed up for the N.H.S volunteer helpline. We are very lucky to be mobile, and in good health so we can at least be of help to those not so fortunate or vulnerable. In between times I know I’ll be squishing my oil paints around to keep me busy… if only to keep me out of the biscuit jar!
I’ve been townscaping my little socks off recently, after deciding to paint a vast swathe of Bradford on Avon”s downtown. I will be doing this as a diptych, to do the panarama justice. I have finished one side, albeit the final fluffings when the two pieces are side by side, and as you can see it is quite full on! My eyes got a little ‘building crazy’ so I took a break and rustled up a loose woman. Well you know what I mean. I do love my palette knife and a squidge of oil paint. Heaven! I’ll start back on more buildings tomorrow with a vat of coffee in my non painty hand…
Well we survived the river flooding with just a watery kiss on our back wall, down here at the gallery. That is not a euphemism. Watching the news we realized just how lucky we were, as many others were not so fortunate. I hope anyone affected by the recent storm flooding gets back on their feet as quickly as possible, and back in to some semblance of normal life again, after the devastation.
After putting the gallery back together I’ve had a nice, busy period of painting. I’d love to show you pictures of the new artworks but I managed to wipe my smart phone of all its photos. ( It’s a shame the owner isn’t smart! ) I’m not the sort of girl to go back round revisiting stuff I have already documented, so here is everything I currently have in my phone’s gallery. As you can see… it’s Mike! I promised myself I would work on portraiture this year and it is nearly March, so I got a wriggle on before I thought of more excuses not to do it…
Ugh what a grotty week weatherwise. Hoolie upon hoolie has kept us holed up inside the gallery this week. The only fresh air we’ve had is the quick dash to the car to go home! It has of course meant no excuses for getting on with painting… and not hanging about drinking coffee, chatting and generally procrastinating with other studio owners down here!
I’ve recently had a bit of a thing for going small and bought a raft of tiny boards to play with. 13 in all. I figured 12 would look good en masse upon the wall… and one for something completely different ( sticks her finger up her nostril and plays la Marseillaise.) I am halfway through with painting charming, abstract mini seascapes and enjoying the freedom of using a palette knife. They are good too for squeezing betwixt larger projects while I wait for layers to dry off. Our friendly framer ( hello Beagle Framers!) is making up a load of tray frames for them to sit in – so how lovely will they look? I can’t wait.
Well if Picasso can have a blue period, I don’t see why I can’t. Thanks Pablo!
It’s been freezing down at the Tithebarn workshops so I thought I would take colour scheme inspiration from the things around me. Voila! The purple and blue of my cold, cold hands. Roll on Spring, huh?
Pictured are a few mini seascapes, and the process shown in my latest impressionistic landscape of bluebells and forest. I really don’t think I can pack any more colour in it, so I’m laying the palette knife down before it all gets a bit muddy. A muddy forest is far too realistic at this time of year!
I’m settling in nicely to my new gallery space and have already sploshed paint ‘up and over’… so it is truly mine now! On the boards at the moment are a commission (a companion piece to a previously sold painting) and an expressive landscape in similar colours.
I hope everyone had a fun and peaceful festive season and a great start to 2020.
We have had a radical transformation of the gallery for the new year and boy! Are we smug-faces at the moment. It’s nothing but a pleasure stepping through the door to earn a daily crust. It is much more spacious and professional, and Mike and I now have seperate areas to make a mess in.
Our friendly neighborhood chippie put in walls, worktops and the piece de resistance – my own desk. Did I say my OWN DESK? I have my own desk. Desk. DESSKKKK! I’m just a little upcited by this. Can you tell? Look at it! It’s so beautiful. Good riddance to the gnarly, uncomfortable, old shop counter top I have been perched precariously at for the last few years, lobbing globules of paint at my poor husband. I now have a people-proof snug to create art in. How lucky am I? Or is it Mr P that’s the lucky one? I’m not sure. Every time I look at my desk I forget how exhausting the last fortnight has been, cleaning out and making anew. The taking things back to a shell and then rebuilding afresh – even the wallpapering is a distant memory thankfully. ( The broken tap squirting water everywhere on the reopening day is still a bit raw though!)
Now if the river could hold off from flooding us out, that would be just dandy….
Thank you to everyone who helped us achieve our long- awaited dream of a beautiful and creative space to work and shine in… we couldn’t have done it without you.
Another oil on board with my trusty palette knife. I’ve been using it so much recently, I think I can now deftly repoint the stonework outside the gallery. Hmm. Maybe I should’ve thought of that earlier, as the river is on its way back up again. Finger’s crossed there isn’t a replay of the 2013 floods. That was a Venetian Christmas Eve if there ever was one!
Oo I could could call this painting Swan Lake, but that’s tempting fate…
It’s enough to make you paint in monochrome by the looks of it! This painting is quite uncolourful by my usual standard, so I will start flinging some hues around soon with my palette knife. I have plenty of time to paint today as we’re open until late. We are having a midweek merriment evening, so if you fancy shopping with a glass of mulled wine and mince pie on board, pop on down!