Wednesday, 11 April 2012
An Art Exhibition
I was invited to an art exhibition the other day.
It was a bit "variations on a theme" in terms of subject matter. But you know what they say, "Stick to what you know".
There were only eight artworks on display. But as they had been trotted out in less than twenty minutes, I can't really argue. I hear the artist can lose focus, so he works in short creative bursts.
Here are some close-ups:
I liked the display - the shabby-chic rustic bourgeoisie of the cracked, peeling paint, the detritus of family life strewn in the vicinity, it all added up to a very informal feel.
No pretensions here.
I was lucky enough to meet the artist, and purchase my favourite work - the Spaceman.
He then took my photo.
Obviously he was more concerned with getting his artwork in the shot, rather than my head. And I have to say he was lovely in person. Wearing pyjamas at 3pm is obviously an artistic thing, I loved his gentle bonhomie, his candour, his surprise when I tried to pay him. I was given the art and told no payment was necessary.
What an honour to spend time in the presence of such greatness.
I hope to do so again.