Tomorrow night (8th November) I’ll be part of a little exhibition at Kaya Gallery in Plymouth. They’re a wonderful little establishment who saw some of my other pieces being framed across the road and asked for more information about ‘the artist’.
I was headhunted! ME!
I will also be doing a small poetry reading, exploring my other love of words, the embers of which were stoked by my buddy friend, Plymouth’s Bard.
So my latest piece; ‘Sea of Consciousness’ has been framed and looks pretty rad. I have to thank Graham at Armada framing on the Barbican for his wonderful work at an incredible price as usual.
Kaya Gallery have some beautiful originals by Robert Lenkiewicz, a local Plymouth legend fabled for his eccentricities. He is known for never being a sucker to the ‘London Art Scene’ (a man after my own heart) and created some stunning paintings during his career. Art Goals.
Check out his story, it’s fascinating.
I feel like i’m pushing through to a new layer of exploration in my career. Two years ago, almost to the day, I decided to take life by the balls and be ‘An Artist’, whatever that means now. I was in Vietnam, driving through the countryside, alone, and realisation hit me like a tuk tuk, the stark fact that I was born a creative, magnetised towards music, poetry, painting, crafting. Novelty.
And now, things are flowing, more rapidly as each day goes by. I am now officially self employed, I have moved into a wonderful house on the edge of Dartmoor, the walls drip with inspiration (or damp, it is 300 years old). No, but really, it’s a beautiful space within which I feel comfortable and motivated.
I have so much support from all my friends and family which is more rad than words can express. My mum’s house will soon be structurally unsound due to the amount of paintings she has of mine. That’s what mum’s are for eh? My sister, Nikki and her husband Joe have been angels. I don’t think I can sum up enough words to thank them for letting me live with them for the past few months and for helping me set myself up in the South West.
So once again, thank you, Universe.
And thanks to me, for not giving up. For manifesting continuously. For not letting doubts win. For believing in my own truth.
I’m patting myself on the back right now.