Amongst a morass of admin and odd jobs, there have been some real highlights this week in a more creative sense.
Finally, I stopped dodging my own art room and started painting. Concentrating on this idea I have that this is my gift, was a primary motivation for moving. Two months in and I was still organising this light, large and entirely suitable space but not actually producing anything other than bins of rubbish and an obsession with finding a lost pen.
The local art gorups have been very welcoming and I have joined ESAS. The recent East Sutherland Art Society exhibition was of a very high standard and what was particularly impressive, was the respect the paintings were shown with good framing. I enjoyed Jennifer Mackenzie’s open studio very much and am looking forward to Studio Smith’s. It is a region of creative folk producing beautiful work in an inspirational landscape.
So, having also dodged oils for years, now is the time to rise to their challenge. Generally, oils are taken more seriously than other media. Perhaps this is because they are expensive, smelly and bloody difficult to wash off anything they sodding touch. They take forever to dry and can be buggered about with until they do, eventually, condescend to cooperate. Thus spaketh the artistically bewildered on turps dabbling with acrylic.
PS don’t expect your cat to be friendly when you have wondered what the banging was all night only to find that you had shut her out in the rain
PPS Gulls have disappeared – many incoming migrant birds are arriving already and there is much bird flu on this coast sadly – but I am sure Graculus will be back
#HelenintheHighlands