Well thepicturepalace live last Thursday went off pretty well and if the great and the good were not there in quite the abundance and profusion hoped for (something to do with billionaire yachties and the Americas Cup was occurring elsewhere in the city) then the ones that were at least seemed to enjoy it. You never can tell with these things when or whether they will bear fruit but we live in hope (metaphorically speaking that is, I live in Bere Alston, Hope is actually in Derbyshire). Anyway a phone snap of thepicturepalace stall (sans moi as I took the picture) is above. Hopefully there'll be a comprehensive report and some video on the Working Links website shortly.
As an aside to last Thursday and something I often come across, is it only artists that people feel obliged to admit their ignorance to before they pay them a compliment? The number of comments I get prefaced with 'I don't know anything about art' followed by 'but I like this' must be running into the hundreds. I know art's subjective (that's largely the point of it) but do musicians get this, playwrights, authors? I mean, I'd happily tell Terry Pratchett that I think he's brilliant or Martin Amis that I think his books are toss but at least I'd feel able to contextualise the argument and not need to apologise to either of them (especially not Amis, I really do think ...). OK, rantlet over.
One contact I made at the event and who I'm very happy to plug here is Karen who runs www.classic-costume.co.uk So if you're looking for something for the forthcoming Plymouth Pirate Day http://www.facebook.com/plymouthpirates suddenly come over all Lizzie & D'Arcy or need to get your hands on a farthingale get in touch with Karen to get kitted out (no, I can't remember what a farthingale is, look it up).
And finally your bonus picture for the day, is the still from 'The Demi Paradise' that is going be my next painting.It will also probably be the most challenging (and I was worried about ballsing up the 'Tawny Pipit'). In case it's a bit dark to see properly I shall describe the action. Night-time in a formal English garden, searchlights in the distance attempt to pick out enemy aircraft as they bomb the nearby shipyard. In the centre of the picture a cellist plays to encourage nightingales to sing for the benefit of the wireless audience who are listening to a live broadcast. And if that sounds unbelievable, well it almost happened that way. Beatrice Harrison, the cellist who appears in the film, had made a number of BBC broadcasts of 'duets' with nightingales from her own garden ever since 1924 and the BBC were back there recording (this time without Beatrice) in 1942. And the air raid? The recording actually captures allied planes flying overhead on the way to a bombing mission over Germany (which in the middle of a live broadcast would have been a bit of a giveaway). http://musicandnature.publicradio.org/features/#nightingales
Work in progress and other stuff that happens.