birthday

GALLERIES ARE DEAD \ Long live the Painters Palace.

  I set off on an adventure to travel and draw, I had a dream of opening studios. Studios to accommodate drawing and painting but most importantly studios with open doors and public participation. All in the aim of supporting and connecting travelling or local artists on their journeys but most importantly, studios that support and to every extent encourage, the creation of art itself, by anybody who feels that desire to create.

The magic of art is lost in galleries. And the connection between audience and artist severed. They are dead spaces with (not often enough) some nice "art" on the walls. My studios would be tactile and approachable, inviting not only the artists inside to work but the laymen, the public, the people who normally would not have the connection to art, artist or 'the process'. There is a little bit of artist in all of us and I want my spaces to nourish that character.

Im writing this post as it so happens to be the one year anniversary of the first major step towards my dream. I came to Budapest little over a year ago to open my first studio, I arrived with my Dutch brother Jesse, who wanted to help build something special. Armed with big ideas and a crumbling basement we set upon opening the Painters Palace. An open studio space in the centre of Budapest where people could feel free to be themselves, create their art and connect with others along the way. 

It's been a truly great year, most days we have welcomed people from all over world through our doors. (This is great because if I'm not travelling go its nice having the world to come to me instead.) During the first year establishing a core group of artists was key to keep the paint of the palace flowing, thanks to this core group the studio has hosted a multitude of events beyond the realm of drawing/painting sessions and workshops. From concerts, jams and recordings, markets, parties (may we not forget Indian New Year...). From all this the Painters Palace has inspired life and art in people, it has brought them together and forged tight friendships. Encouraging all to be and express themselves. 

Don't get me wrong, it has by no means been a breeze. Reality is that 99% of the big ideas you have at the beginning of a process do not come to fruition in the first year of operation or in other cases tested and proven to be a sour tact. But that's just life, you win some and you lose some. For now my aim is to keep the palace rocking the best I can, we will see what comes of it.  

So Happy Birthday to my studio, may the Painters Palace live forever! 

Sneak peak from the party:

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It was a great party to celebrate, we had food, drinks, life drawings, portraits and Palinka Republic took the rook of the place with their epic upbeat tunes which eventually lead to the police being called and party time capped! Thankyou to all those who came down, and to all those that have made the palace what it is, no matter how big or how small your contribution, it is invaluable! 

painting \ mum's birthday present

Im sure that every person, at some point in their lives has, in some way, failed their parents expectations on their birthday. If you're anything like me then this feeling can become somewhat of an annual event! 

My mum has done so much for me growing up and still continues now. Being a 24 year old painting living abroad she still manages to do the simplest, nicest little things that make my life just that little bit easier. This year I was determined not to fail at the birthday giving, I was going to produce more than the three rings of a phone call and a chirp birthday song. I had an eureka moment whilst parked in a small cafe in Amsterdam. Armed, for some strange reason, with a small piece of squared paper I birthed the idea of this paternal embrace. I wanted to convey an idea that the mother figure, despite distorting herself with the aim of comforting her child, maintained an eternal state of bliss. As if some how blindly guided to a place of serenity.

Luckily at that time had had a 1x1m square canvas lying in the studio. 

I got to work!

The tragedy is that due to the heavy, thick oil painting I laid onto this thing plus the pigment laid in oil, I was unable to deliver the painting to my mother for the intended birthday and had to wait one whole year whilst it dried. Eventually I got to hand deliver the painting and surprise my mum by showing up on her doorstep at the same time! The funniest thing had to be the dominance of the painting in the modest cottage bedroom of my mum and her husband. Sorry Andy!!

Mum, if you're reading this, I hope you enjoy your painting and sorry for all the shit presents in the past. I love you so much :)