Before my beloved octopus was a painting, it was an envelope. It was my submission to the Mail Me Art project. A project I decided to take part in because not only did it remind me of all the mail art I did as a kid but there was also promise of an eventual gallery show and possible book. Well, that "eventual" show opens this week. More specifically, Friday. I won't be attending because I have way cooler things to do. No. This is a lie. I can't even think of anything cooler than going to check out about 700 different pieces of "mail" art from all around the world, but I don't live in London. Not even close. So I'll probably just stay home and look at funny pictures of cats on the internet.
The show runs July 30th - August 5th (it's a quickie!) at The Red Gate Gallery in London.
I just finished the largest painting I have ever done. 4 1/2 ft by 3 ft. Not that big by art world standards but for me and my tiny attention span it's huge. Also, it doesn't fit in my car.
I started it a few weeks ago planning to have it be the last painting of my twenties. It kind of looked like it might happen but then a heat wave hit and all I could do for a week and a half was lay in front of a fan in my underwear and watch Top Chef. So now, having finished it one week after the big day, it's the first thing I painted in my thirties. Which I think sounds better anyway.
I didn't get as much contrast with the colors as I had wanted but maybe that's the new more subtle and mature me. I have to be gentle with my old lady eyes now you know ... No that's sad, I'll try not to do it again.