I took part in the exhibition Celebrating 21 years of Warwickshire Open Studios at Rugby Art Gallery and Museum - Floor One Gallery 18 September - 30 September 2021.
I exhibited with Rugby Artists and Makers Network between 26 June and 8 July 2021. Floor One Gallery at Rugby Art Gallery and Museum hosted the network’s first ever exhibition. Here's a link to the catalogue: it's a wide variety of creative work. https://fliphtml5.com/xlrqc/zmvw
My print "Love in an Age of Pestilence: Minuet" was selected for the Rugby Open 2020 exhibition. Unfortunately the exhibition fell foul of the second and third lockdowns. (sigh). But it does have a wee online presence (https://online.fliphtml5.com/lcieq/trog/#p=20). You can also read all about it on my blog: https://stevedavies1st.blogspot.com/2020/11/accepted-for-rugby-open-2020.html
Over the 2020 Art Weeks period (20 June to 5 July), I produced 13 postcard-sized linocuts depicting a “Dance of Death” inspired by the 13 songs on Feline and Strange's album “trigger warning.” You can read the blow-by-blow account on my blog https://stevedavies1st.blogspot.com/ or see them all collected together in a video at https://youtu.be/7UAzNkgIbOw
You can get a reproduction of my print “Kunst fordert Opfer” (Art demands sacrifice) on a T-shirt, hoodie, bag or mug at Feline and Strange's shirtee shop https://www.shirtee.com/en/kunstopfer/
I was born under Milk Wood. Thomas’ play echoed in the voices around me. Small-town Welshness. Anglophone. Talk, usually careless, was the social medium of the day. Wordiness stood in for Godliness, and condemned the sins of the neighbours.
Mrs Dewinter sat among her Victorian bric-a-brac and taxidermy and plotted revenge. On everybody. Mr Jones, homosexual when it was still criminal, caught the bus to the metropolis in his camel coat and Astrakhan hat. Chris and Helen, the modern newlyweds, delighted in their new home by walking naked on the fitted carpet.
A stone Messiah peeked over the wall of the tiny Catholic church as the black-clad Chapel women scuttled by, muttering about Graven Images. And the clever-clever girls skewered the unwary with their words, and laughed as their victims squirmed like insects on the barbs of their wit.
Meanwhile I created pictures of all this in my head that now leak out. Become art. Struggle for solidity, for life before they are lost to time.
You can check out what I'm doing and read about the inspiration or background to my prints here:
https://stevedavies1st.blogspot.com/