Not much of a beginning when half the first month of the new year has already gone; nor has much art happened.
A family visit unanimously condemned my appallingly bad ‘Wow with a shaman’ painting, hanging dominantly in the centre of our domestic winter exhibition (on which I will do a blog shortly). So the next day I replaced him with a church (first image below), and then further blotted him out, changed the colour balance and, later, tucked the west end of the church behind a burial mound.
The other, even more predictable, incident was to go to Halesworth to the exhibition at The Cut for the annual collection of my unsold paintings. I was not disappointed, and duly collected the three canvases that I brought up before Xmas. The biggest one, ‘Green Barn, Suffolk’, is now centre stage of our domestic exhibition, about which I shall write next.
I really doubt whether it is worth my while lugging even a few paintings to just one or two exhibitions. Especially when, as in the case of the ‘Green Barn’, I didn’t really want to sell it – I like it too much! Still, experience has taught me there is not much fear of a sale; so why bother to exhibit, except here …..
A reader comments that this is rather a sad post with which to start the year. Well, there’s a lot to be sad about in the big world out there, way beyond my little art world, so the unintentional tone of this first comment from 2019 unintentionally reflects a reality.