Gallery, Radio and Galant Comrades.....

My visit to the 'Old Press Gallery' on Friday really brought it home to me what it was I was undertaking, it's been along time since I've put on a show and that was roughly four years ago. All I needed was a strong cuppa and a couple of brilliantly talented artists to remind me to remind myself who I was as a creative individual - no rules. So this is the fun bit, paint stroking, canvas slashing and poetry planting, but it is also the business part too. No marketing = no audience, so this is being addressed starting with yesterday evening, whilst being interviewed on St Austell Bay radio by the calm and friendly Shelia V, I introduced my exhibition. Thankfully this added a nice contrast to just talking about song lyrics, harmonies and gigs and Shelia with great enthusiasm has offered to support the exhibition - especially the two weeks prior with a 'shout out' every day. Wonderful - and I must add a thank you to all of the supportive people I'm meeting and becoming friends with, without them it would be a poor do!



Upstairs Gallery 2

Upstairs Gallery 1

 





Upstairs Gallery 3

Upstairs Gallery 4








No Songs just Speak.....

 

 

As promised a unique inside look at the audio recording process of the poet - but it was just too early, croaky voice drowning in coffee and not internally either. Yes straight from a seventies sitcom I'd poured half a cup of garage latte down myself, just after parking in the wrong place! In contrast Tom Scott was as calm and professional as ever, and read his poem out in dark ominous tones - then I went in and shattered all allusions of poetic atmos with a Robin Red-Breast poem spouted from the lips of a broadly based Northern Lass. The dialect was a little diluted unlike the coffee as by now I felt a little queasy as well as soggy. Bloomin professional me, never said a word beyond poetry and polite thank yous. In all seriousness it was harder than recording a song, the breathing is oddly irregular but I really, really enjoyed bringing my poems to life and thanks to Tom's patient guidance they felt good to read aloud. It all begins on the 12th February at Trebah Gardens....



Is it really......

January already! And a good two weeks into it at that, so a quick update on production and plans. Last Sunday as the sun was shining I foraged at Cardinham Woods for a certain something for one of my exhibition pieces, and came out with an item larger and heavier, and certainly not the material I'd gone in search of...more revealed at a later date.

The very same day I received a phone call from a local tree surgeon who had been scouting around locally for some large natural peels of bark. With all the rain over winter the ground bark was rotten sponge and falling apart, fortunately the lovely Richard had some astoundingly large milled pieces of pine back at base. Originally drying out in storage for inspiring coffee tables I took a massive slab away and sanded it down that night.
Wednesday I lumbered the huge slice of trunk into the white building at Truro college and started work straight away....wood is endlessly inspiring.
With two other pieces finished, I'm gradually calming the storm with steady graft and trying somehow to fit in final poem drafts for Trebah Gardens - one down, one to go..a scene of natural phenomena in blank verse compared to the finished ode to a cheeky Robin - an extra post on this next week and hopefully a live slot of my good self wheedling a soldering iron...





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