Lew Walsh was our artist in residence at Bellamys Gallery this afternoon. I captured this photo of him sketching his first client of the afternoon. He offered to sketch me but added it would be scars and all so I declined. I prefer to stick to the picture in my head – it’s very dated – a wrinkle and scar free face!
Lew had this lovely sketch of Metiria Turei beside him on another easel. He said she was too busy for a 30 minute ‘sitting’ but was happy for him to pop into her office and take a photo which he worked from.
Janet de Wagt and the lovely Mary called in this afternoon to catch up with me about our Sunday September 22 Questions and Answers event. Janet is going to be chatting to the artists, asking them about their chosen poem and more. If you’d like to reserve a seat either ring me (Ruth) on 03 4542054 or email email@example.com.
We were busy with people popping in and out all afternoon. Rosemary and Nicholas McBryde called in and since Dave Gunson created, To Dream of Escape from Arthur Street, in response to Rosemary’s poem, Cape, I think we should have a look at both the poem and the artwork.
Cape-clad boy flying on the fox
A slip of blue nylon
Like a fallen chip of sky clipped to your shoulders
Flaps as you skip
Feet yearn for weightlessness
Your dreams are a universe fuelled by fantasies of Krypton
Your head a galaxy far, far away
From a playground in Arthur St
The happy poem Cape brought too many good memories to ignore. The last line, though, turned it cold. My late father long dreamt of growing up and escaping from Arthur Street in Liverpool, where – with his mother, brothers and sisters – he lived under the tyranny of his heartless father. One of the steps in becoming a man and getting away was in joining the Liverpool Scottish Territorials. I found an old photo of dad in the doorway of Arthur Street, wearing his new uniform, and used that as the basis for the painting… and I gave him hope of better times to come. Which they did.
Dave is one of our artists who begged and pleaded to be allowed to work with two poems as he couldn’t choose between the two, both held a strong appeal for him. The second poem Dave worked with was Fleur Adcock’s poem, Leaving the Tate.
Dave entitled this work, Everything is art – everything is theatre. He said:
I was intrigued by the challenge that the poem, Leaving the Tate presented, because it seemed that there could be a thousand different ways to respond to this piece artistically – and all of them would be correct, and all of them would be wrong. After several false starts, I went out on a bit of a semantic tangent, and found a rather theatrical and whimsical solution!
Tomorrow Lynn Taylor is tutoring a bookbinding class at the Gallery – another exhibition event. I’m going to have a Gallery free day and go to work! But I’ll still post a couple of artworks here so come back again tomorrow evening.