🔴 red dots & ARTISTIC DIRECTION
Big Thank You to all the people who have bought a piece from my exhibition at the ceilidh place. With just one week left to run I’ve managed to sell 7 works and keeping my fingers firmly crossed for a few more in the last furlong 🤞.
Putting work up for sale, especially when it’s a body of work which you have dedicated a large block of time on has always had a strange effect on my psyche. Going by previous sales and spurious notions of what other people want, I always seem to end up creating certain things in certain ways. Although I have managed to shift a few landscapes I had assumed (wrongly) that these would be the bulk of what people would be after. I have been pleasantly surprised that some of the pieces that I created for fun or pure expression have been bought. Of course the social conditioning that infects the creative process is a convoluted and abstract beast, trying to balance the concept of ‘what people want’ with the impulse to express what is within you is a bit of tight rope. Regardless, I am happy that some of the work I did directly from the heart and off the cuff has been procured and hopefully because it resonated with the buyer. I do put my heart and soul into every piece but I cannot lie and say some are not more predetermined than others. I always want to keep my work moving and searching , I must say that I find it quite disheartening when artists find a formula that works (financially and sociologically) and stick to it. I often wrestle with a petulant inner artist, in-fact after creating this body of work I am indeed wrestling with that black dog again. Deviously considering how I will reinvent myself this time, what form to take, what wind to pitch my sail at… of course the answer is to empty the mind, pick up the paint brush and simply keep going.
🔴 red dots as of 2nd Aug… Exhibition ends 8th August…
*** THIS IS A PRE-ORDER. PRINTS WILL BE SHIPPED AT THE END OF AUGUST, ONCE THE EXHIBITION HAS ENDED ***
An A4 print of “THE ALIEN PANCAKES OF CÙL MòR”, part of my exhibition Neither Warlord or Poet, running at The Ceilidh Place in Ullapool until 8th August
Signed and numbered
Delivered in a presentation box
Ready to frame
Assynt has a primordial grip on me, a tangential connection. Perhaps it is something to do with my heritage from Wester Ross. Perhaps it is just the vast and unquestioning connection that the rock here has to the very, very distant past of all Earth’s creation. This landscape is so old that its presence tells rich stories of wisdom, endurance and persistence. It’s not an ordinary concept to respect or pity rocks, yet I do. The turmoil these rocks have been subjected to is so brutal that at times my heart bleeds for their troubles. Suilven... an inselberg that I hold in such abstract and lauded esteem oozes character from every aspect. The grumpy face of the sad grey giant from the West, from the east a towering bum of pride, from the south and north appearing as the sleeping giant, bloated and tired, gasping at the sky. I love this place with the grief of death, it’s darkened, long lasting aspect a chilling reminder of my fleshy insignificance.