On the verge of Day Three of my first arts trail and I’ve found that time evaporates between chatting to visitors and co-exhibitors, and dashing into the tent to put everything upright again after successive gusts of wind suck the tent sides in and out like a cosmic hokey cokey. As far as I know, it’s all still there so I’ll be off to sit to attention under a camper-van awning and brace myself to take charge of dog, cats, and chickens while Jill goes off to check out some venues in Steyning.
Chuck chucks with fluffy knickers 🙂
Yesterday we put up a tent
Last night I packed the pretties in cases
Today the bunting goes up and the gates open all over Steyning and Beeding
Bet ours is the only one with chickens though.
32 Church Lane, Upper Beeding if you’re over our way.
I’ve a feeling this month is going to zip by at a rate of knots, like that time between October when Christmas is forever away and December 24th when you realise a black hole ate all of autumn. I’m pulling together my bits and bobs; paintings, prints, cards, and arty sundries, for my pitch at Jill’s in Beeding. There’ll be sheep, brooding landscapes, some things with Tin Pots Hill on them, and a ‘Winter is Coming’ snow globe because obviously. Also cats, there’s always cats.
It’s that time of year when artists of all varieties pack the products of their febrile imaginations into a vehicle and head off to sit hopefully in a tent or, if they’re lucky, someone’s front room with a disenfranchised cat. This year that’s going to be me but I’m not going far and while there will be a tent of sorts, there’s also a very amenable host, a couple of all-over-you cats, a dog, and a bunch of fluffy-trousered chickens. Last year I was a visitor and I spent much of my time there so, barring seriously adverse weather conditions, I’m looking forward to getting stuck in. We’ll all be pleased to see you, should you drop in, especially those of us out here in the Kuiper belt of the trail. BIG UP THE BEEDING ARTISTS!
[Ed – shouldn’t there be an L in that?]
… what are ya gonna do?
Luvvit, that’s what!
This is, let’s call her Muriel, whose first job was to illustrate a story called The Bridge in Not Being First Fish, and who today has joined several cats and a sheep at The Basement93 in Steyning.
Here’s the rest of the gang.
You can have a flick through the book and if you like what you see (read), you can nip across the road to get a copy at the Steyning Book Shop, otherwise you can click your way over to that there Amazon.
From February 1st, the gallery will be holding a Black and White exhibition which, I’m chuffed to report, will include some of this menagerie. Very mooootivating 🙂