A Work In Crisis

I’m feeling the cold this winter.

My studio is very cold, so I haven’t been doing much painting.

But, I am slowly painting second layers over a largish canvas, constructing an abstract landscapey work … as a WIP, it isn’t fit for viewing yet.

For fun, I took some close-ups of portions of the canvas and made them into a digital photo collage … the subject is “from the easel”, but the result is “from the computer”.

“Fragments Of A Work In Crisis”

(digital photo collage of details of an oil painting work possibly in progress)

THE EXHIBITION THAT WAS

Opening Day – The A.Fox Collective – Amelia, Joy, and Ant.

You know, it takes a lot less time to take down an art exhibition than it does to hang one.

The Slow Hanging


We sold a few pieces, more than enough to cover our direct expenses.
But was there an overall profit?
No, nothing like it.
Of course the experience could be classed as a “profit” even though no money changed hands.
The knowledge that I have sold more paintings in my lifetime than Van Gogh managed has to be priceless!

Gone

We took our time over the deconstruction.
We could have driven there in the morning, taken it down, and driven back that evening, but somehow the overnight stay seemed the better option.

Really Gone

Mind you, it was a fairly expensive option.
The hotel room was comfortable and fairly well appointed, but the price was a bit steep for a room in a small country town.
Yes, the room tariff was less than we paid on our last stay in Sydney, but not all that much less.
In Sydney we stayed on the top floor of a tall hotel in the centre of the city, where we had stunning views of high-rises, sunsets, and the road heading to the harbour.
In our small country town hotel, we were up one flight of stairs with a walkway balcony outside our window and a view of the drive through bottle department.
Still, the bed was comfortable, the food in the dining room was OK (if not wonderful), and the wine was great.

The start-of-winter journey there and back was picturesque, through country we love, tinged the faintest of greens by the breaking of the drought.
The wrapped paintings in the back of the wagon muted road noise and any rattles, and the roads were quiet.

The Skies of Winter
Way Home Tree

It was a good exhibition we are told.
It was fun to set up.
It was a buzz to listen to the praise at the opening.

5 paintings – 3 (centre ones) sold

But … I think I have come to the conclusion that my paintings might be a bit – well … boring.
I’ll work on a new direction for inspiration … perhaps I’ll look back to the 1980s when it almost (almost) felt like I had something.

Me and Two of My Works


But for now now, two months after the hanging,
the A.Fox Collective “Abstracted Landscapes” has left the building. 

The Exhibition That Was

Expanding My Horizons.

Time for my midday luncheon crept up on me.
Art Pepper was blowing beautiful sounds from my old Altec horn speakers,
and the sun shone happily outside on this perfect autumnal day in sunny Nairne.

On such a day as this, an old man’s fancy turns to bacon.
“Ah” thought Fox, “a bacon sarnie would go down a treat!”
So, in my never ending quest for a better and healthier dietician pleasing diet,
I placed a frying pan on the cooktop, the toaster on the bench, and attacked the fridge … I removed the usual suspects – Bacon and Cheese, because what more could a bloke possibly want?

Well, my eye was caught by a wee Tupperware ® container – in it were two pineapple rings left over from a dessert Joy had prepared on the weekend.
“Hmmmm” I thought, my imagination sparked.
So I removed them from the container and threw them into the pan with the bacon.

At this point, those who know me outside the blogosphere should be a little surprised.
After all , I am one of those annoying people who rails against the use of pineapple on a pizza.
Such a practice is abominable, if not in the eyes of God, certainly in the eyes of Ant Fox. I have been known to ridicule people for ordering pineapple on their pizza.
I have threatened physical violence on those who attempt to serve me with such.

“Time to expand my culinary horizons”, I thought.
“This could be a food experience akin to a revelation”, I mused.

I eagerly constructed my midday delight – White bread toasted on one side only, fried Adelaide Hills bacon, cheddar cheese, and fried pineapple rings.

Yes my horizons were expanded.
My eyes were opened!

Once I really, really disliked pineapple on pizza.
Now, thanks to today,
I really, really dislike pineapple on bacon sandwiches as well!