There are times when my brain goes into overdrive. Apart from the constant mulling over painting ideas, colour palettes, how to get more depth and mood into my compositions, how to incorporate direct imagery like people and buildings, whether I have overdone it with the glitter (again) or whether I should switch from canvas to board, all of which are constant recurring mental conversations I have with myself, I am often cursed/blessed with the mindstate where these mundane ponderings step up a notch and I end up scribbling away into sketchbooks or creating massive brainstorms on my studio walls that are intended to be mind maps, to simply get down on paper everything that is tumbling around in there before I forget something that could be worth remembering. (I have a tendency to do that)
The outcome of this is often a lot of wasted paper and some serious under eye bags thanks to the lateness of the hour. I'm one of those people who cannot switch off when going to bed, I lie there going round and round over ideas, churning and tumbling over the potentials. Annoyingly only about 5% of what I mull over during these periods actually comes to anything which at the moment is quite frustrating. What doesn't help is that when I'm not painting, I have other projects on hand, be it planning exhibitions, joint or solo, planning new enterprises like developing into sculpture and possibly installation, right down to making the odd bit of jewellery, or dabbling with the novel I have been trying to write for three years.... If it's not one thing, its another... It's a wonder I haven't gone a bit emo over the years with all this....
Tonight is turning into one of these nights... I've been trawling the internet all evening and fear that my sketchbook could be in for a battering until the wee hours. To make it worse, I have to be up for work at 6.30am tomorrow... I presume this is simply the creative tendency making itself known and I should be welcoming it, however, why is it never there when I'm in the studio on my day off? Staring at a blank canvas then giving up and coming home to grump about why nothing is happening is the usual course, whereas tonight, when I can do nothing about it, I have ideas coming out of my ears....

Ideas a-plenty

My visit to Frieze art fair in London last week really got me thinking. What am I doing compared to the state of the larger art world? How does my work relate? My visit was quite eye opening, a lot more painting that I expected which was pleasant to see, and moreover, a seeming slide towards a more creative and skilled approach to work. Sound silly? I mean that over the years, visiting contemporary galleries has become more and more depressing for me. As an artist I personally place value on timely, considered art. Art which takes some skill to create, something that not everyone could come up with. I have personally found exhibitions rather devoid of this attribute in recent years, save for the stunning exhibition Fiona Rae compiled in 2008. I remember a quote from her, saying she liked witty art, art that was intelligent and challenging. I find I agree more and more. So to see some really quite interesting and engaging art at Frieze gave me some hope... Perhaps in these difficult economic times, when money is not as plentiful, those big bang make the money art works are stepping aside for those practitioners who may have been slightly sidelined by the shock and awe of the likes of Damien Hirst and Tracey Emin, and we are allowed to see some creative beauty coming through? A very positive note then... I would not say that the entire fair was to my taste, certainly not. I still find it hard to engage with video and performance art, however, each to their own. As the old saying goes, if we all liked the same thing, the world would be a boring place.
I feel an urge to get back in the studio.

Ta Daaaa!

I can finally say that the studio build is finished! That is unless I find some minor detail that needs attention, but for all intents and purposes I can reveal my 'Showroom' thus called because of it's pristine unused state! Or as my friend James called it, my 'Marvel of Architectural Wonderment', which I like very much and may adopt as a sign over the door.
So all's well, now just have to get on with some work, although there is a show at the studio tomorrow night which may simply involve looking at other people's art and drinking. I feel it could be a good way to christen the space. Til next time x

The Studio build progresses

A Quick update on the studio build... Well over half way done, perhaps just one more evening of building to finish it off. Tonight, we rest, because Rob is tired and I have a cold, and frankly it's time to have a night off! My creeping worry now however is that I only have 3 more days to be out of my old studio and there is still one car load and a couple of walking trips required to shift 4 rather large canvases down to the new place. I say down because it's downhill all the way. There's something to be thankful for at least. Still, we're nearly there and it will be worth it in the end. The space is actually feeling rather big now it has been defined, although this picture fails to show it, it is in fact 14 feet long and nearly 8 feet wide. More than enough room for little old me anyway.
In progress picture attached.

The studio build has commenced! After a quick trip to HSS hire that is. Turns out my cheap Argos drill just doesn't cut it when attempting to drill into brickwork, so one hefty hammer action drill later and we have progress. Aided by my glamorous (and somewhat stronger and taller) assistant Rob, who turned into Superman for the evening, we now have wall batons and floor beams in place, and very sturdy they are too I might add.
For clarity I attach a before image in which you can see the other artist's spaces on either side of me, and may understand why I want to build walls to keep it all out. We're based in an old factory, which in fairness as with so many of these type of place, has seen better days, in that the walls and ceiling are a bit worse for wear, but it contains twenty five very nice arty types and I'm very much looking forward to moving in officially.

Today = day of rest, both for me and Rob, who in fairness has done most of the hard work so far, except he was at work when the delivery guys arrived with all the wood and panelling. We had to shift it all up 25 steps to get it in. They weren't happy. They were sweaty and red faced.
And so was I.

Still onwards and upwards, for tomorrow it continues. We should actually see some walls appearing all going well.
Til then.......

T Minus 6 days until all the gear arrives to build my new studio.. Quite a daunting task actually, to build what is now being referred to as 'Vicki's cube of Pain' (no dodgy references intended) It involves lots of timber and 8 foot x 4 foot chipboard panels, LOTS of measuring and drilling etc, but thankfully no cutting because B&Q are doing that for me. For free I might add, the powers of batting your eyelashes at the boy placing the order. Not that I would decend to such feminine tricks of course....
Anyway, before and after pictures to follow as and when I suceed/fail miserably. However, I'm going for success for now as I feel strangely optimistic so far and am just concentrating on how good it's going to be in the end. Fingers crossed.

New works coming soon....

Contract signed for new studio signed: Check
Key for said Studio: Check
Application for several new exciting ventures and competitions: In Progress
Paintings: Wrapped and ready to go
Current Studio: Sad to say goodbye
Van hired to move all belongings: Not quite
New Paintings: On hold until all of the above is done!!!

So whilst there is a slight lull, I've included a little snapshot of my Masters show in the Peter Scott Gallery in Lancaster as a little indulgence to fill the gap...