Drawing, walking

Told you I’d #showyoumine …. footprints sketchbook.

How appropriate is it that Shaun the Angel would say this as we sat together at the edge of the woods, drawing, talking….

“Pastel sounds…flip flop sounds and your high-viz feet.”

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Sunday afternoon sun, love and a bit of a weep of joy

I’m sat in the garden with my old man, drinking cava on a much needed ‘day off’ but enjoying the time and space needed to really take in what our fifty artists have written about their work for this year’s exhibition.

It’s joyous, humbling, funny, inspiring, exhilarating, and just all round wonderful.

Until we reach this point, with works finished and explanations written, it’s difficult to know what sort of exhibition we are offering you.

But, surprise surprise, it’s going to be an experience – I feel so moved (no, it’s not the Cava talking).

I keep stopping to share bits with Shaun but as I read them out loud, I get a bit wobbly and tearful. It’s so moving.

Thank you to all of the incredible artists who have chosen to take part, invested a huge amount of time, effort and creativity and a little bit of their souls in order to bring you an amazing experience.

Show some love, people, you must come!

The curious incident of the Bee in the night.

On Friday night, I drew the curtains across in the kitchen and discovered a very tired Buff-tailed Bumblebee.

“Well,” I thought, “there’s no point in setting it free now, there’ll be no food”. So I made up sugar solution for its breakfast and let it sleep.

I got up at six to bright sunshine but a less bright Bee, poor thing, but administered said sugar solution.

The Bee was unresponsive, looked injured, her legs went from under her and she was not moving.

After a minute or two her body slowly vibrated a little and she (I thought accidentally) vibrated into the mini sugary puddle. It looked like she was taking her last breath – her antennae we moving so slowly.

But then, all of a sudden, and I mean SUDDENLY, she began moving – the sugar hit the spot. So I ran into the garden in me jimmys to grab some grape hyacinth and she lapped up the nectar in there. A moment later I popped her into the garden and she was gone.

Success and happiness – so, it works.

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#grapehyacinth #bumblebee #bufftailedbumblebee #sugarsolution #savethebees #bees #beerescue

The merit of mistakes

Anyone who’s even been to one of my classes knows that, sometimes, often, I bang on about how mistakes are the only way we learn.

Well, I’ve just proved my own point and I’ll explain why.

Last week, at one of my favourite charity shops, I found some really beautiful vintage crewel wool. (I don’t know what that is, please explain someone?)

I thought it would be perfect for the bees and for the landscape pictures I’m teaching at The Brewhouse Theatre soon.

Today, working on Bee53, I thought I’d use some for the wings. Now, my logical brain knew it wouldn’t work, not THROUGH firmly felted wool – too tough, too dense.

Surprise, surprise, the yarn snapped- d’oh and duuuuh!!!

But look at the result…I love the way the wings are floating in the air.

Will I keep them like this?

Are they finished?

Can I recreate it?

Who knows, but it’ll be fun finding out.

So, children, adults, makers, artists etc – let’s make mistakes. Do share!

Taking time

Remember this book, “Do you have the time, Lydia?”

Well, today I am dog-tired.

No, that’s a silly expression – ‘cause my dog Charlie is completely full of energy, a little bit bonkers, and when he’s tired, he just sleeps (and wakes us up early).

But I am completely done in because of the many, many long exhausting hours of planning and admin for coordinating the next FIFTY BEES.

There’s still a huge mountain to climb to bring it all together but as all the next #beeartists have been sent information about their #bees, I’m going to make time for some self-care.

Time to restoke my fire.

Dog walking.

Hot bath.

Reading.

Snoozing.

Eating.

Then back onto it tomorrow.

And what about you? How are you taking care of yourself?

A year ago, how time flies

It was a year ago yesterday that myself, Polly, Joy and Donna had a meeting at ACEarts to discuss the FIFTY BEES exhibition. We sat on the sofas, measured walls, talked and talked and decided that these three wonderful women would be called the beekeepers.

Why?

Well, with fifty artists to coordinate, it made sense to share out some of the work. Now, I look back at this picture with amazement.

We had no idea how it was going to work, whether the story of the bees would translate into an exhibition, whether anyone would be interested.

But, wow! It was wonderful. The fifty artists made such a wide variety of art, amazing responses to these incredible creatures.

But it wouldn’t have worked without the enthusiasm and keenness of them all as well as Nina and the team at the gallery.

Now, we’re gearing up for the next leg of the journey at Richard Jefferies Museum – can’t wait. Thanks everyone.

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#vintagecontainer #bees #fiftybees #artists #somersetartist #opencall #interconnectedness

‘If I’m Not Back I’m There’

Poor photographers, wonderful exhibition.I’m not usually short for words but I am for this one.

’If I’m Not Back I’m There’ by Edwina Bridgman at ACEarts just had me spellbound, transfixed, enlightened and happy. 

So much to see on one central display, get down and look at it as a child would see it.

Papier-mâché, found materials, card, clay. 

2 and 3-dimensional work exploring found objects and unexpected materials to create a body of work around people and their animals.

I so admire Edwina’s deft handling of her materials – quite jealous of her confidence.

Go, see, enjoy.