Solo Show at the blackShed gallery
/Reciprocity, painting by Steph Fawbert
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Art at Glyndebourne continues it’s annual celebration of Sussex Artists, with its new show ‘Fairground’ featuring 40 new works on paper by local artists and artists from across the UK. I will be showing two new watercolours from a series of winter landscapes from near where I live in Hastings. If you are coming to the Private View on Thursday 17th November, say hello. The show runs from then until January 2022
My solo show, Capturing Worlds, opened at the Hastings Arts Forum on the 14th June for two weeks. The Private View was on the 17th June and there was a great turnout on a hot sultry night.
Throughout the evening there were poetry readings by writers who had written poems in direct response to the paintings in the show and guitarist Miles Willey’s understated live music carried us along through the evening.
Huge thanks to Robin Pridy who ran an evening writers workshop in the gallery just before the show opened and helped with editing and rewrites in what was just a matter of 2 or 3 days before the poets’ performances at the private view. Her poem in response to my painting ‘Wake’ was performed with Willey’s guitar music puncturing and answering the spoken word. There was a perceptible sigh of pleasure in the audience as her poem took us on a journey across the universe!
Response to ‘Wake’, painted by Stephanie Fawbert
I cut the water, thinly,
quiet in the darkness,
cold grasps away the warmth I was left.
Life is on the way,
on the way
Below, a pool of dark water.
Above, the sun winks out
The world is big.
So I’ve heard.
Stars press in and out of time.
Fireworks in the darkness,
to flare and flame
I see a clever video.
The Earth a head on a pin,
each life a point of dust,
the stars perhaps a million dandelion seeds,
floating in space.
I can see this.
The thickness of night
This blanket
opens and slides away—
to vapour.
And I can see it.
I look at the shadowed trees,
I look to the hills beyond.
I see across them, over and through,
I am no longer cold.
Does it matter
what is fire
or vapour,
pin or seed,
dark or light?
I am breath and muscle and time,
ribboning out, shimmering through black.
I return, sometimes, to this moment.
© Robin Pridy
I am delighted to announce I have been shortlisted for the Jacksons Painting Prize 2022 for my painting “By the River.’ I am one of 42 artists selected from the initial 8949 submissions.
Coastal Currents comes to Pestalozzi in September 2018