Are you battening down the autumnal hatches and clambering back into your woolly tights and waders?
What a busy old summer it has been. Working for most of it, I haven’t had an actual holiday but living close to the sea does offer some compensation.
Tyneside managed a decent share of sunbeams and I did steal a little time for warm strolls, bubbles on the beach with the ladies...and blatantly lying flat on my back in the grass with strawberry stained lips.
Among the odd little excursions out of my studio, back in very early summer, I found myself aboard a restored vintage lifeboat. Somehow I was given the task of piloting the heavy old thing from the Mouth of the Tyne, along the coast and into Blythe Harbour a few miles away. If I say so myself, I did quite well and kept her in a straight line, didn't run over any seals or sink to the seabed.
move over Captain Pugwash - SJ on the high seas.
Apparently lifeboats cannot capsize and I imagine this is why I was allowed my time at the helm. Still, I might try flying an airplane next.
In August there was a visit to the Rocky Horror Picture Show (it is now 45 years old!) you can be grateful that I am not sharing the photographs of that particular occasion, however, whenever I do ‘dressy up’ events, I always have it in mind that it would be nice to get a painting from it, so brace yourself for stockings and sauce.
In my previous ramble, I mentioned a portrait exhibiton by celebrated pitman painter, Norman Cornish (1919 – 2014) and in September I also went to see further works currently on display alongside his studio which has been carefully recreated for the Bob Abley Gallery in Spennymoor; a hidden gem in a quiet corner of County Durham.
It was a poignant moment to behold the engine room of a fellow artist and I was moved to see the rickety, hardworked easel and the familiar boxes of charcoal that I recall from my student days – It was a privilege to see this private piece of his world. Cornish has been shamelessly imitated by contemporary artists (I bang on about this quite often) but if you want authenticity, real-deal-bees-knees, pay this place a visit (link at bottom of this update).
Through August and September, I held an exhibition for my friend Anthony Marshall - it was a huge success and I was very pleased to be a part of it.
a handful of Anthony's colourful paintings, all now in their new homes.
Anthony in my studio, teaching 9 year old Freya, how to apply impasto acrylic to canvas using a palette knife, (she picked it up like a pro).
The exhibition was a really special way to spend the summer but it is now time I turned my attention back to the waiting canvas on my own easel.
You might have gathered by now, that I get itchy feet quite often and change studios regularly (probably a little too often) Running a gallery has been valuable insight into how much work goes on behind the scenes in both retail and curating exhibitions. Frankly, *wipes brow, I’m a bit worn out.
So, along with a house move (I do nothing in small measures) I’m closing the gallery and with it, another chapter. Pastures new are calling.
My publishing programme is also on pause while I focus on creating original art for my next show. I’ll be back in both print and paint next year with some foxy new images for you.
In the meantime, while I am beavering away, no matter where I am physically, this website is a guaranteed constant and you can always find and contact me here. You will also find a small number of my original paintings available for sale at www.trinityhousepaintings.com
So ta-ta for now, let’s all make a big pot of tea, toast some crumpets and watch the orange leaves flutter down. Have yourselves a cosy autumn and I’ll be back to update you again soon.