Post-exhibition misery should be familiar to me by now but always takes me by surprise. This time was the worst yet - I put away my paints, cleared the table in the studio/living room, and sat for days reading novels and eating biscuits.
I went to Greece and swam and looked at a different landscape. I met up with artist friends and talked about future possibilities. I talked with a curator and saw things through a different lens. And I felt the energy returning.
I wrote my journal, my morning pages (as in The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron). I read about painting. And I allowed Simone de Beauvoir to prod and push me into action. (I’ll be writing more here about how I use her words to spur me into action.)
Then I do the first thing that comes to mind, without censoring. And this time with TIna Turner playing loudly too.
At Espacio Gallery in Bethnal Green Road, just by the top end of Brick Lane. Preview 6-8 pm.
My view this morning is stunning - a turquoise Lake Tekapo surrounded by snowy mountains in the South Island, New Zealand.
And I'm starting my day with studio time - reading, thinking, making notes, having ideas, looking at artworks and pondering what's next. Feeling inspired by the upcoming London exhibition and bringing together old and new work that reflects who I am and want to be as an artist.
And so happy to have a snuggly little person to go back to in a few days ...
it was, as it turned out, a really good Open Studio weekend. Over a hundred people came and some paintings were sold. Best of all, visitors took the time to look at the paintings and we had some great conversations - sharing my ideas is such an important part of being an artist for me.