So, before the power of the common cold brought me crashing to this state of snuffling hiatus, reliant on berry overdose to make it through the night, I was doing stuff:
( Fear the buffbeast )More importantly, there was the Inspired Art Fair, where I got to catch up with
hybridartifacts and
winggleam, both of whose work I find extraordinary and compelling.
winggleam mentioned that she was hoping to have a stall next year, and as I've only seen her beautiful creations via her website, I can't wait. Seeing
hybridartifacts work was fantastic; Peter's dreamscapes and almost-stories mesmerise me; I find that canvas makes art 'flesh', gives it a texture the screen can't convey. I hope to catch up with both soon, and perhaps share a more relaxed glass of wine and conversation: our meeting was delightful but all too brief.
Visiting the Art Fair took me into old shadowy country. The exhibition was held in Christchurch, Spitalfields, an area of London I have researched before, back in 1997, nearly 10 years ago.
( Dark )( Bright )