The world is not ok. The art market/world is a tax scam and women in gallery’s and collections are to few and sell for 10 times less than their male counterparts. https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2022/aug/02/painting-gender-pay-gap-recalculating-art So what’s the point in even trying? Do I keep on trying to make a living from my
New studio. Slow start but a good one. Still settling in. Bought in some plants last week and met the new neighbors, very exciting. Moved in then staid away, life got in the way, so did getting covid. I’m so glad I’m here though. The community around me seems coherent
fiction is a stand-in for the truth. Listen via youtube HERE Life feels really sweet and sour at the moment. The exquisite balance of gratitude and a shit storm of WTF. I haven’t written in a long, haven’t even rambled into a notebook, or dumped my brain into a video.
A forgotten post, late to the show. There have been fannies in what I do for decades, I dropped them while I ventured deeper into academic art establishment but it’s one of those things like the little kid in 6th sense, “I see genitals, all – the – time”. The
I still have so much to learn with oil paint, I’m considering some YouTube tutorial afternoons. It’s a different game with watercolour, a material that does prodominently what I want when I want, the only thing that’s lacking it perhaps depth, on paper, characters and form are often held in