I am very excited to be typing these words:
Welcome to greenjamsandwich.
It’s been a long – long – road to get my new enterprise off the ground, and there is still quite a bit more work to do. I’ve moved from a commercial environment back towards fine art, restricted only by my own imagination (and skills).
greenjamsandwich is ever-evolving, as most creative projects are, so keep an eye on this blog or my Facebook page for new developments.
My website is also very new and squeaky clean, with more images and information on prints and prices to be added soon. If you have any questions in the meantime however, feel free to get in contact via firstname.lastname@example.org
A little bit of background blarney about me, the short version, is that I’m bringing up four children with my partner Steve, currently in the Garden of England: Kent. We have numerous animals, extended family, and a never-ending basket of washing (it’s magic, but I’m sure many of you have one too).
With the youngest now entering schooling full time, I can focus fully on work, and might even get most of it done in daylight hours rather than in the dead of night when everyone else is quiet and asleep. Maybe. But when the Muse she knocks for you, you have to answer her call. I may just have to reset her bodyclock though. Or turn all the lights out so she can’t see me through the windows.
This week I’ve been hanging my first solo exhibition, Autumn With E. M. Forster.
It’s in an excellent venue, the E.M. Forster Theatre, at the prestigious Tonbridge School in Kent.
It’s been an energetic summer getting ready for this, balancing old pieces and new. Helped of course by my constant summer-companions, in the shape of a 7-year old tomboy and a 4-year old Tazmanian Devil. We’re fairly sure the latter has a permanent dance track pounding in his head with the energy he displays. The older two need much less handholding in their advancing years, and they won’t thank me giving away any of their secrets I’m sure.
At times I’ve felt like my tiny brain must be oozing from my ears, juggling picnics, days out, spilt drinks and grazed knees. Especially as my ever-working other-half Steve is in perma-stress with his own business, but he is ridiculously supportive and indulgent of my daubings.
But we’ve got here eventually, thanks to the support and encouragement from my fam and associates. My particular gratitude goes to Mediatek, who continually go above and beyond for me with printing and framing, always delivered with a smile. And I couldn’t have done the last 24 hours of prep and hanging without my very dear friend Rebecca, a fellow artist who drive down from London yesterday for me, and understands it’s much more fun to do this sort of thing with a second pair of eyes (and hands).
So if you’re in the area between Saturday 5th September until Sunday 29th November 2015, take a stroll through the quads of Tonbridge School and find their E.M. Forster theatre. The foyer is free to get into, and open throughout the week at 9:30am until late (the only variation being slightly later opening on a Sunday, which is rehearsal-dependent).
I won’t be a constant presence at the exhibition, but will be popping in and out, so we may cross-paths if the timing’s right.
Don’t forget to write in my visitor’s Book, which should be in residence on the bar (yes, there’s also a bar).
The theatre is a stone’s throw from some great cafés and restaurants, and the rather lovely Tonbridge Castle with its grounds and river-side walks, leading from the high-street bustle to the wide open space of it’s island park.
In the meantime I shall fantasise about putting my feet up, probably sometime after Christmas if I’m very, very lucky.