This year is so far a year of new ventures for me.
In previous years I have wondered around the East Finchley Open Art Houses: So for the first time ever I took part. The advantage of showing in my own home became clear when I could hang the work as and when I liked in the build up, taking time here and there, plenty of time to change my mind, and rehang. That was ideal, the easiest ever. I wondered about showing in such a mixed group, but that turned out to be just fine. The footfall in the first weekend was very slow, but by the end of the weekend I had a serious buyer who happens to live in the next street, and the sale was confirmed before the next weekend giving me the chance to swop in a new piece. There is something very lovely about that piece just going down the road. And no delivery costs! But more than that was the response of the people who bought it, it really touched them.
There is a tradition in the group of going to each others houses in the evenings of the week in between, that was great because until now I have not really known who was who or who makes what. I couldn’t make all these what were in effect parties, but I did make three including my own, and it was lovely to get to know some of the other people, and make a small ceramics purchase myself.
The second weekend was busier, apart from the period of the football, and there were two couples who seemed serious. One has since come back and bought a piece they found on the website and came to see in the real world here, and which will be delivered tomorrow, and the others have let me know they will be coming back to me.
And so on Sunday I went down to the Whitecross Street Party to have a look at the Wives of Bath hanging in the Curious Duke Gallery....and have some lovely street food and join in the event...
And I am hoping that that new venture and the Other Art Fair Bristol are just as fruitful.
People wander across the neighbourhood slipping into any several of the 17 houses spread across from Finchley through East Finchley to Muswell Hill. Finding moments of beauty, a mix of works which appeal or don’t, intrigues, appalls, little bits of delight fascination or nothing muchness. When the art feels dull the interiors are still interesting.
The heat on the pavement reflects back up, distances are calculated, decided upon and the long walk is given up in favour of an ice cream, a trip to the paddling pool or replaced with a quick hop on the bus.
New conversations are broached, new relationships are made, neighbours from the next road, day trips from Brighton, people come by and sometimes they don’t. Towards the end of the second day, a couple fall in love together with a painting which touches them, a little piece of magic.
During the week, what these visitors don’t know is that the artists turn into visitors themselves, re-walking their steps, taking turns to host.
This evening I met the potter who made the little sugar bowl I have, the one whose lid I had broken, and in an act of sweetness I was gifted a replacement.
Tomorrow the other exhibiting artists are invited here.
Next weekend it all starts again and then it will be over.
Alone on a Wine Dark Sea, to be collected tomorrow