That Was The Week That.....

......We had a super Private View with lots of guests and plenty of wine.

  


Then we took Darling Daughter to University...a 14 hour round trip

Followed by a lunch at the gallery for those who couldn't make the private view. 

Next  was my birthday and our 1st Wedding  Anniversary. 

One of the delightful things about being married to this particular Artist are the postcards I have received declaring his love. So with my renewed  interest in artists books I scanned  a years supply and handcrafted a little book as an anniversary gift.


......A quick spot of garden tidying and picking the last tomatoes for chutney making.

All this accompanied by a stream of phone calls from a 'Very Home Sick Fresher' . She is suffering terribly. I feel like an awful mother for making her go miles away to University on her own with only the equivalent of a small household in baggage.
Thank Goodness for the distraction of Art, I shall soothe my fraught emotions with a spot of creativity, a bit of baking, and a glass of Red, perhaps with a background of Jazz.

This weekend is the end of the show and taking down. PHEW 

Exhibition Blues

So all the hard work has been done and its time to relax before the private view. The exhibition looks stunning. Everyone is exhausted but pleased with the results. There is this odd lull now before the private view when it all feels too quiet. A space full of lovely art but empty of people; images holding their breath.

In this void I find time to reflect on the ways in which Weef and Max's works combine and contrast, with both the gallery space and each others viewpoints. Max's  black and white imagery of London, cityscapes and greenery, create a calm balance. Weef's bright carrier bag canvases feel hectic and, dare I admit it, even angry.  The portrait gallery brings together photos and drawings, combining both artists in a way which highlights the similarities in their outlook.

  

Thoughts on New Talent

Last night we went to the MA Show at Camberwell College of Arts and it prompted some thoughts on the value of an art education and where these graduates are destined for.

Robbie Porters work was exceptional; highly professional with a focus that I'm sure will bring forth many commissions. http://www.robbieporter.co.uk/

I'm not convinced that all creative talent will need a degree to succeed or that a Masters qualification necessarily implies more than deep pockets.But good luck to those graduates for trying.  

The Glamour of Being an Artist's Wife ....

Sometimes there is nothing like kneeling in a car park in East London with your scalpel to

hand and cutting out mount-board  it's so gritty.And not just ant old car park, Atlantis in Hanbury Street, really offers the most opportunity to get down with the Hipsters of Brick Lane. I maybe an Oldie but I know the edgiest parts of London.I also know that extra large Rowney Board will not fit into a Fiat 500 even with the seats down.Luckily no rain!!

A creative couple of days in the kitchen, its not all openings and private views for this artists wife.

Being Mrs Weef often involves pastry and puddings, The Artist has a very sweet tooth; he loves to eat my vanilla sponge and begs for a lick of my creamy icing. He has been a happy man indeed this week as he has been allowed to sample the wares spread across the kitchen table.

Preparing for Weef & Max at the montage ...

I am the wife of an Artist and He is having an exhibition. Today I have been folding hand printed concertina mini-books and securing them with ribbons. I have recently packaged 1000 greeting cards complete with cellophane wrappers. I am organising the private view for the show, sending out invites and writing press releases.  I have squeezed in going to the gym, baked a kitchen table full of cakes, and meditated. I also need to crack how Twitter works, water the garden and cook dinner.