Wednesday, August 12, 2015

July 2015, exhibitions and looking up plurals

It never rains but it pours. In a fit of madness I submitted 3 little paintings for a group show in the eastern half of Ireland, then suddenly I'm offered a solo exhibition in the midlands, Gallery Revival in Moneygall, to be exact. The crowd who sold my painting in March. And because the gallerist Joseph-Philippe Bevillard is a real jack-of-all-trades, I'm bringing some with frames that need a little remedial TLC, I know he'll do a good job of touching them up and making them look pretty again. In addition to analogue photography, Joseph restores antique furniture. If the three little paintings for the group show aren't accepted, I'll add them to the solo project in Moneygall.

As I write, I'm taking a break from the day job, today it's translating interviews with prostitutes who live and work in the city of Amsterdam, or, as my friend and translation agency project manager Caby calls them, the 'sex texts'. I have had to look up the plural of the word 'dildo', and for anyone who's interested, there are two options: 'dildos' and 'dildoes'. I'm going with 'dildoes', because it kind of makes sense, it's consistent with the spelling rule that applies to other nouns that end with an 'o', like 'potatoes' and 'tomatoes'. I think I'll cook rice for dinner tonight.

I've also been looking at old photos again, and have come across a couple of nice ones of me as a child on my mother's old horse. Kind of scary looking at them now, as the horse was in her paddock and I had climbed onto her back from the fence - the joys of being a farm kid - and she had no bridle or rope or anything on her for me to control her. Thankfully she was very gentle. Of course, I am fully aware of the nostalgia possibilities of this, so the old cynic in me is saying 'make a painting or three of this'. So I probably will. Most of us make a concerted effort to think back fondly on our childhoods, I am largely successful in this, and I suppose the nostalgia element in a thing is a way of exploring that option.

UPDATE: Oh, and another thing I learned as part of working on the 'sex texts' as we now call them, is the difference between a 'budplug' and a 'buttplug'. It's quite eye-opening, this series of texts. I realise that I have lived a pretty sheltered life .... and it's astonishing what you can find on the Google.

Jean in Moneygall has told me that there is considerable interest in my paintings, but nobody is brave enough to buy any yet. I use the word 'brave' in a very loaded manner for two reasons: I am largely unknown among collectors, and a very private person who prefers to keep out of the limelight; and I think it's understandable that prospective buyers are still watching their pennies and being careful about what they buy, given the unsettled state of the world economy. But we will still make art :-).

That aside, aspiring curators should go see how Joseph has hung the exhibition, how he lights the space, and how he dresses the empty areas around the paintings. I love it. And I will exhibit there again.

The next exhibition planned for Gallery Revival in Moneygall is Nudes & Still Lifes, and details on how to submit are on their Facebook page.

And a couple of pieces in my exhibition that's on for the remainder of August 2015:

Sailing to Ischia I

Dún na Gréine: French and Italian

Caloptric Chamber: Hall of Mirrors

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