I have been in the gallery all weekend and it has been such fun! We are having a sale to celebrate the fact that we have now been here for six months. People have flocked through the door to admire the work and enjoy a few nibbles. The Persian restaurant next door kindly gave us a plate of deliciousness to hand out and one of the team made a couple of plates of brownies which are frankly to die for so I am trying to ignore them today.
Personally I am having a fabulous time sales-wise but I am also getting great joy from selling the work of our other artists and I am enjoying the fact that people who come into the gallery are now saying things like ‘I bought something from you a month ago and I had to come back’. Maybe Klaylondon has arrived to stay! We certainly feel more permanent than pop-up now.
It is wonderful what a calming effect this aquatic life is giving me. I have managed to make a load of work this week, despite the heat in my studio, which in August is normally enough to drive me out. It is just as well really. The pressure on me to create was growing exponentially. I had 4 more works to make for an exhibition in Cornwall at Tregony Gallery which starts in early September; I have a lot to do to prepare for Kew Gardens in October – it might seem ages away but I shall be in Canada throughout September; I had a commission to finish for a 70th birthday present and I need to restock my shelves at Klay London. So a wee bit of making was always going to be a good thing.
However, the desire to create is also an ephemeral thing – here one minute, vanished the next so it is always a huge relief to me when I turn up at the studio and find that I can get right on with it. The days when I seem to need to spend an hour or more on Facebook, wash the floor, tidy the shelves and still the urge to make does not come are really very difficult. Does anyone else have this problem I wonder?
Anyway, this week I have been churning it out. The kiln has been fired 3 times and the shelves are groaning under the weight of drying works. Phew, what a relief! But the best thing? At the end of the day, covered in dust and feeling tired, I can sit on the pontoon beside the boat with a glass in my hand and my feet in the water and watch the cygnets practicing their one footed swimming – and BREATHE.