It’s just under 30 up here in the studio which means I can paint but drawing would be getting uncomfortable. There’s a little quiet breezy music playing – Sarah Blasco, Norah Jones, Goldfrapp, Lost in Translation bits and even chilled Beastie Boys. It just needs to be twilight outside and all would be sweet. As it is, I’m trying to stand and paint the finishing touches to the B-Grade pictures, which are being hung tonight, which are in oils, which is why there’s a fan blowing on them and I’m trying to paint veery thinly!
That was Tuesday… now it’s Friday morning and the show starts tonight. When I dropped off the pieces that night I watched Allie placing the show around the walls, working out what would go where…
I’m looking forward to doing my own show next year. It’s interesting how once you put things in a space like that the pictures begin to form little stories by proximity. They might relate by colour, theme, or difference (if that’s possible). When I used to be in the old-styled Rotary shows I’d notice that when they hung by category – like all the portraits side-by-side, all the landscapes etc – it didn’t really work. I thought it was just overkill at the time (and it certainly was). But it also loses this opportunity for works to relate to eachother. A portrait situated near a landscape and near another architectural or still-life study creates a mini-story where the parts can work off eachother. They become distinct yet also harmonise.
Or is it just me? I seem to be looking for stories more and more these days.
