New Painting: Carmel

Pop Surrealist portrait by Arabella Proffer

12×12″ oil on panel. You can adopt her over here.

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This painting I spent a lot of time on for a specific show at Auguste Clown Gallery in Melbourne. I shouldn’t have agreed to do the show, as making this painting took time away from work on my upcoming solo show. A week before I was to send it off to Melbourne, I got an email from Scott Listfield about what had been going on with Auguste Clown. Trust me, it takes a lot for artists to out a gallery — let alone in a bulk email.

I’m so glad I decided to not send it. The fallout was pretty quick you can see here, here, and here.

Auguste Clown still have a painting of mine in their possession — which I notice is no longer available online — and I am hoping they do the right thing and return it to me. It’s amazing they owe artists hundreds of thousands and they were jerking around collectors who bought work.

Whether it is blue chip galleries or Dorito chip galleries, I’m glad this whole thing became very public via social media. A lot of people don’t realize it happens on all levels; it is usually kept quite because the artists don’t want to be perceived as “difficult”, but it does happen and a lot more than you think. For this gallery to get in this deep, then disappear and close once they were called out very publicly, is certainly a more extreme example.

The Special Hell

Husband was off work, and we don’t celebrate any holiday of any sort at this time of year, so the week pretty much looked like this with a Patty Duke Show marathon thrown in and me being a sicky-poo…

Besides that, Saturday at the Screw Factory was an amazing turnout for LMM, and thank you to all who came and bought stuff and offered me shows and got to see things in person that might not translate so well on a computer screen. I mean dang, I rolled in late and the parking lot was jammed. Look at this at 11am! Thanks to the Cleveland Handmade and Etsy team for making it happen…

I found it funny that the whole day, small children wanted actual paintings, and adults only cared about my toy collection (especially the Star Wars crap) tableaux that was on display in front of my desk. One little girl threw such a tantrum about not being able to have one painting, that she dropped to the ground and called her parents “meanies!”. The girl has taste already. Silly uncultured parents, what do they know? It was also funny to have numerous people tell me, “wow, you like, actually know how to paint”.

The one NOT COOL thing about Saturday was people who STEAL from artists in their own dang studio! I never mentioned before how at the last open studio we had, someone stole a print of mine. Well, this time someone stole a pattern from my studio mate, and someone also stole a friggin’ Princess Leia pez dispenser from my display. Yeah. I also suspect that one of my action figures was stolen as well, but I have to go make sure on that — I notice it has been missing. Had I known people were going to be so dang interested, grabby, touchy, stealy about silly toys I’ve had in a box since college and put out on display for fun, I probably would have covered it up for put them away. Interesting how the children were more careful about them than the adults, huh? Well as Shannon said, “people who steal from artists at their open studio go to The Special Hell”.

But hey we found it funny in a sad way, plus we had drinks, and good tunes, so whatever. And for those of you who asked, here is the playlist you heard that comic artist Tamas Jakab made that was blaring in our studio (and also Bazaar Bizarre).