The emotion of selling a painting…

The 88th painting of 2017 was completed in the early hours of this morning, the 88th day of the year, March 29th, unless that is I’ve lost count again, it is the 88th day isn’t it?. The 88th painting concluded and more fresh leaf growth and the notion of a smaller painting brought to a finished state on every day of the year during 2017. Fresh leaf growth and new layers growing on on an evolving piece of 12″ vinyl, now concluded – Acrylic, brush work, marker pen, spray paint, glitter paint and gloss varnish if you must know – an old piece of recycled unwanted 12″ vinyl recycled (or maybe even upcycled)

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88/365 – The 88th painting of 2017, March 29th – “Fresh Leaf Growth”

These smaller daily paintings aren’t started on the same day as they are concluded, some start days before, some weeks, some are pieces that have been evolving for a couple of years, that piece of vinyl there was originally painted on in the summer of 2014 and has been painted on several times since. A painting ever evolving, it is now completely concluded and won’t ever be touched again. I know I keeping saying a painting is never ever finished and if it sticks around here layers will constantly grow, with this series of 365 painting concluded during 2017, they will most certainly not be touched again.  And like the #365ArtDrops of 2015, this is being viewed as one piece of work, a piece of work in 365 parts, a piece of work evolving and flowing throughout the year, a piece started on January 1st and running until December 31st (if that isn’t tempting fate), 365 smaller paintings concluded on a daily basis with parts of the piece heading of to all kinds of places, art off to California, Spain, Yorkshire, Manchester, Hastings, South London….

Some of them are being dropped, the 61st piece in this series of daily paintings was “dropped” last week. The “ArtDrops” are never dropped of course, they are always carefully places in considered locations, left hanging there for someone to take should they wish to. This particular piece was left hanging in a tunnel near Shoreditch Railway station, East London, last week. I expect that now the weather is getting better there will be a lot more #artdrop pieces being left in colourful places…

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An Art Drop, an #ArtDrop, Shoreditch, March 2017

MEANWHILE THE WHAT PRICE ART? QUESTION GOES ON   – What Price Art week 10 – A return to the What Price Art question and a piece of art posted up on E.bay every week with an opening bid price of 1p. This piece went live as a 1p E.bay auction piece, last week. and ends this evening,  Wednesday March 29th. Piece number ten is now live, go find it on ebay, that link there or my name in the ebay search engine should take you to it (as well as other smaller pieces that are for sale on ebay).  What Price Art? A new piece will be posted tonight as the auction on this piece comes to an end.

This week’s 1p ebay auction piece is this painted piece of 7″ vinyl

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The 78th painting of 2017, March 19th 78/365 – “Fresh Leaf Growth” – Fresh leaf growth and the notion of a smaller painting brought to a finished state every day of the year during 2017. Fresh leaf growth and new layers growing on a 7″ vinyl record

Sold one of my bigger paintings this morning, it is always good to sell a painting of course, paint does cost money and so does studio rent and brushes and food and well you know, starving artists and all that, always good to sell a painting, of course it is. Did feel a little sadness as I saw the message to say this one had sold though, grown rather attached to this particular one, it has been on the wall of the studio here for about three years now, I shall be taking it down and packaging it up in a moment, you do feel emotional attachments to these things sometimes – there’s all kind of feelings that flow around a piece of work, frustration, anger and sometimes very personal feelings revolving around the reasons you painted it and where you painted it and what’s in there along with the paint. A lot is committed to the bigger paintings, the ones that are worked on for weeks, months, years, the ones that are battled with, agonised over, fought with, that fight you….

Here some photos of the latest completed daily pieces and that recent art drop, as always click on an image to enlarge or run the fractured slide show

Carefully hanging and never dropping the 43ArtDrop piece around Hackney Wicked….

#43ArtDrop, Hackney Wick, July 2016

#43ArtDrop, Hackney Wick, July 2016

The 43 parts that made up the #43ArtDrop piece were (carefully) hung out on the streets around Hackney Wick, Fish Island and the canal yesterday. Carefully hung, never dropped, that would be careless.  A piece of art in 43 parts, all 43 painted on two recycled unwanted wooden pallets picked up off the East London street, painted, and then cut in to 43 parts and painted on some more.

The 43 pieces we’re all painted, a thorny piece of fresh growth on each one, a message on a sticker on the back, a hash tag and request for finders to post photos, a selfie with their find or a just a photo of the piece on their wall, post up those photos and use the hashtag, no so on the end, it is one piece called #43ArtDrop, post the images on social media for us to find.

#43ArtDrop, ready to go

#43ArtDrop, ready to go

So all 43 parts of the piece were hung out around Hackney Wick over the Saturday of the Hackney Wicked weekend, 43 parts of the piece all hung there for people to take should they wish to. Hopefully people would be respectful enough to only take one it, had thought about saying so on the back, but no, surely no need? (A little disappointing to see someone post a photo on instargram of ten of them all on her desk with a declaration that she was trying to find them all, I must confess that photo had be thinking about the notion of art and just giving it away for free and….)

the message on the back....

the message on the back….

43 pieces hung out and around the streets and especially on the landmark that is the old Lord Napier pub (love what Aida Wilde and her friends did with the place earlier in the week…).  43 pieces left out, #43ArtDrop hashtag on the back, let’s see where they go and if we ever hear about any of them again.  Let’s hope for photos and tales of where they have gone and who found them, where they are hanging and who said what, this is partly about engagement and interaction and art being for all, about getting involved and not just having it locked behind closed gallery doors or in collections.

Rather like leaving pieces of art for people to take, especially when it has been painted on something left on the street or in a skip, something that was heading for landfill. And especially when the pieces are left to be found somewhere as vitally important to a community as Hackney Wick is – a place loved and tended to by artists when virtually no one else seemed to care that much.  Treasure these places while you can, treasure your art spaces and the energy artists bring to dying places, treasure the creativity and don’t just push it and us all out  #savehackneywick

A big thanks to everyone who got involved in the #43ArtDrop and everyone who made Hackney Wicked happen again this year. The photos of people with their parts of the piece are starting to appear on line, we shall gather them up and collect them together…

#43ArtDrop, Hackney Wick, July 2016

#43ArtDrop, Hackney Wick, July 2016

 

Here’s an album documenting all 43 pieces as they were hung, some of them weren’t there for long, others hung around for a bit, some of them may still be there?

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Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that…

Displacement then. Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words…i did write a whole load of words and post a whole load of photos from the opening night, the artists, the glorious space and more over on the ever busy Organ pages (yeah yeah yeah, writing about shows I’m taking part in, well the self-appointed art media aren’t exactly on the case are they?)

Here’s the Organ review or the words or whatever you wish to call it…

Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words…

Dispacement, East London, July 2016

Dispacement, East London, July 2016

I was on the way to the show yesterday morning, off along the road, painting under arm, off to hang it in there with the paintings, all beautiful rust and the industrial marks and the hard graft, sweat and iron filings and the twists of the metalwork workshop on the old street of caves under the railway arches. London’s caves full of car mechanics and taxi repair spaces, (a street without an actual coffee shop!). Bumped in to an artist friend as I walked to the show painting under arm, a fellow artist who also ran one of the many do-it-yourself gallery spaces that added so much to the fabric of the wreckage around here for a good few years when no one else much cared. His gallery has closed down now of course, pushed out a year or so ago so the space could be taken for another block of expensive unwelcoming not-for-the-likes-of-you flats that are only eleven minutes from Liverpool Street and a step away from ten types of coffee, the gym and some artisan bread. His original gallery long gone and that very morning given two week’s notice to get out of his studio. They, whoever they are, can make more money out of it if they convert it to, who knows what? Displacement? There goes the neighbourhood, he looked a little depressed… two weeks…. toes…. said he’d probably have to give up on London…

Dispacement, East London, July 2016

Dispacement, East London, July 2016

 

Clair Street has been well documented here on these Organ pages in the last few days, weeks and months , East London over the last few years (last twenty nine and bit years since the first Organ actually). Last night an art show opened on Clare Street, a group show and a gathering in one of the under threat industrial spaces, a beautiful space for a show. A show curated by one of the artists who regularly paints and exhibits in the area, this time it was Skeleton Cardboard’s turn to pull together a show… Oh look, words words words…. Last night a week-long show opened, a whole load of art and artists came together, painters, street artists, you know the score, lots of people came along, a good time was had, colour abound in the industrial beauty and crashed Range Rovers and the rust and the welding gear….a big crowd gathered, people smiled, paint was sprayed, photos were posted, images were liked, art was sold, somebody on some cooler-than-us street art blog will probably describe it all as being “the bomb”, people were probably “smashing it”… Another show happened, tempting to say there’s always another show…. but is there? Is there another show? Vyner Street was ghostly last night when we walked passed on the way to Clare Street, it all died so quickly? First Thursday? There goes the Neighbourhood? Displacement? Words? Caves? Artisan bread and only eleven minutes from Liverpool Street? Come and live around here, ten different types of coffee and a fancy loaf of bread?

Dispacement, East London, July 2016

Dispacement, East London, July 2016

 

So an energetic art show happened on a street who’s days are numbered, under the shadow of a new building imposed… words? Energy? Reviews? What’s words worth? What’s Wordsworth? A whole load of artists came together, it was as much about the what happened outside on the street as what was on the walls inside… words? Gere’s the photos, enjoy the photos…. the who needs words? What price coffee? See you at the next one? Is there a next one? (SW)

Click on an image to enlarge or run the slide show and the art and the colour of the industry, this is mostly my part, for the art of everyone else head over to the Organ pages

Sycamore trees squatting on the brink with young robins, rust, displacement and another artdrop piece found

 

Displacement is in progress right now, a show on a gloriously dark and rusty metalwork workshop alive with the marks of industry and the rich colour of manual toil, the show opened (rather triumphantly) last Thursday evening.  There’s lots of words, photos, thoughts on Displacement and such over, Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words… read it all over on the Organ pages. Expect more about the show here on these pages that are more focused on my art than the covering of art, music and events in general that happens on the Organ pages in a little bit.   More thoughts on my part in Displacement in a bit, that and the #ArtDrop pieces and the leaf growth outside    Love the photos of the happy people who picked up one of the #ArtDrop pieces last Thursday evening.

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The walls of Displacement

An #ArtDrop taken, a piece outside Displacement

An #ArtDrop taken, a piece outside Displacement

Leaf growth

Leaf growth

One last shot from the On The Brink show in those woods over in Leytonstone. The show ended yesterday, big thanks to all who came along, to Mary Knight, Brett Banks and the organisers, the hosts at the Quaker’s meeting house, to the other artists who took part in what was a rather rewarding show to be part of, and thanks to everyone who came along, especially this young robin who visited during the week (photo credit Mary Knight). Next stop Hastings and the second leg of the Art Car Boot Fair next Saturday afternoon

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The piece left hanging in the trees as part of the On The Brink show, is made up of objects found abandoned on the streets or skips of East London. Unwanted pieces of wooden offcut, rope from the handles of fashion bags, pieces of a broken blue wooden pallet, an old abandoned hanging basking squatted by a young sycamore tree…  The parts of the installation are now back in my studio, I expect they will go back out on the street in sometime soon

Carefully hanging, never dropped….

An #ArtDrop

An #ArtDrop

Some pieces painted on found pieces of wood, some glorious lumps of old floorboard rescued from a skip on a Hackney street. Rescued, painted on, and then hung on East London walls, pieces left hanging for people to take should they wish to.

An #ArtDrop

An #ArtDrop

Three went out today, one piece hanging on Grey Eagle Street, Brick Lane, East London (underneath a rather fine Shepard Fairey piece as well as a large Invader), a second piece hanging on a wall near Brick Lane (not far from a Dale Grimshaw face) and a third on the Hackney Road where a large Stik figure can look down on it until if goes…

An #ArtDrop

An #ArtDrop

As always these pieces have hashtags on the back, #ArtDrop and we encourage people to use that hashtag, send in photos and tell us where the pieces get to… .There was a piece left early this week on the wall by the Regent’s Canal here in Hackney, a green thorny piece. The drops will go on randomly, here and there, now and again, not a solid piece of work like last year’s #365ArtDrops piece, just some random pieces of art painted on interesting things found on the street and left (never dropped) hanging for people to take like Louisa did today

Louisa found an #ArtDrop

Louisa found an #ArtDrop

Well that ‪#‎ArtDrop‬ quickly found a home, thanks Louisa. An #ArtDrop painted on a found block of wood, an old piece of floorboard found in a skip. Painted on and hung on Grey Eagle Street, Brick Lane, East London, left there for someone to take should they wish to, and Louisa did…

 

More drops, army trucks, Cargo walls, Sweet Toof, Ikea prints and…

The year long 365 piece of work went on through August, pieces of found bit of wood, on recycled cardboard, part 196 painted on a generic Ikea print found in a skip, painted on then and left on some scaffolding on Leonard Street, part 199 painted on a small piece of woof and left next to a Sweet Toof on an East London street.  The  #365ArtDrops piece of work goes on until December 31st, 365 pieces painted on things found and then hung out on the street for people to take. The whole thing is documented on a Tumblr blog.