‘Happy Birthday Edward Lear’ Exhibition at The Poetry Café (the private view)

Last Friday, John Vernon Lord opened the delightful Happy Birthday Edward Lear private view, at The Poetry Café, with a brief introduction to the artist/author/illustrator, Edward Lear. Thereafter followed poetry readings from the charming vocal chords of Glen Baxter, Phil Smith, Peter Blegvad, and erm, myself. Collaborating with the amazing accordionist, Carol Isaacs, from The London Klezmer Quartet, was a real coup. Our performance of Lear’s Two Old Bachelors can be described as a little offbeat to say the least, so a heartfelt thank you, Carol.  Strings of delightful fairy lights crisscrossed the room, adding a touch of twinkly magic to the jovial celebration.  For photographic highlights of the evening, including a variety of interesting beards, click on Siobhan Harrison Illustration.  Quince tartlets, baked by Phil Shaw, and plain muffins (made by me) were served throughout the convivial soiree.  Outstanding artwork enlivens the walls of The Poetry Cafe, both upstairs and downstairs, paying homage to the genius that is Lear, most, if not all the work on display, is for sale too. The Poetry Society is an appropriate birthday venue for Mr Lear. I think he would have enjoyed his party so very much.  The exhibition runs until 8th June 2012.

A big thank you to co-creators,  Andrew Baker and Linda Hughes who originated the idea for the exhibition. The night was a indeed a great success.

Here’s my contribution to the exhibition:

‘Casino Karl’ a Pen & Ink illustration with comic verse by Chichi Parish

Price:  £60 (420mm x 297mm/A3 size) unframed + post and packaging.
Edition : print run of 50 signed

 

‘Happy Birthday Edward Lear’ at The Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street, London, WC2H 9BX, 7th May-8th June 2012

Happy Birthday Edward Lear, an artist and illustrators exhibition celebrating the genius of Edward Lear, is the brainchild/co-creation of illustrator Andrew Baker and award winning animator, Linda Hughes.

Where: The Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street, London WC2H 9BX

Date:   The exhibition runs from the 7th May to the 8th June 2012

Press/Media: Press Release. For further information about the ‘Happy Birthday Edward Lear’ exhibition, please contact Katy Evans-Bush on 020 7420 9880 or email: marketing@poetrysociety.org.uk.

Happy Birthday Edward Lear website created by illustrator, map maker extraordinaire,  Dominic Trevett.

Linda Hughes created the joyful publicity material for the event, conjuring perfectly the spirit of Edward Lear.

A big thank you to, The Poetry Society and Daniel Hornsey at the gallery in Rippon, Yorkshire, for supporting the exhibition.

It is a great thrill to have been invited to be amongst the amazing list of contributors. Here’s a wee taster of my contribution, it is a small section of the bigger picture. Amen.

Molly Crabapple, the re-emerging feminine, in conversation with Ana Finel Honigman, at The Groucho Club, April 2012

Two years ago, I wrote a lighthearted piece about the Dr Sketchy global phenomena for Foghorn Magazine (a cartoon magazine, now available online, isn’t everything!). In brief, Dr Sketchy, an alternative anti-art school drawing event, kisses the life back into drawing classes combining sketching with burlesque. Dr Sketchy, founded and spearheaded by New Yorker twenty-something artist Molly Crabapple, was in conversation this week in London’s Soho, promoting her new book, ‘Week in Hell.’ Thanks to a birthday treat from cartoonist/illustrator, Rosie Brooks, we got to get to the talk.

At the venue, in a distinguishable wood paneled room, staff greeted us with refreshing Molly Crabapple cocktails. Infused with chilled gentle promise zinging the throat with a back smacking attention of alcohol, the cocktail served as a pleasant introduction to this much sought after event. The room, packed. And the promise, delivered.  Sans chill, but certainly pithy and punchy.

Posed and balletic, Molly Crabapple sat on a peacock blue sofa clad in a coutured red dress, with eyes as large as Bambi. During her conversation with the formidable Ana Finel Honigman, the black haired beauty appeared fearless, composed and dynamic. Smart women, smart questions, smart answers. The pace, fast.

When Dr Sketchy went global, the unstoppable Molly Crabapple moved onwards.  Is there no end to her gritty tenacity and daring?  She figured out a perfect way to fund large scale art projects using Kickstarter as a conduit. Kickstarter is an online fund raising website purporting to be the world’s largest US funding platform for creative projects. In short, a proposal is written, a budget is set, in return, Molly Crabapple offers her financial backers tasty incentives. And backers she has, in their thousands. Who needs the headache of filling out a tedious grant application form when there is Kickstarter? It’s revolutionary. The online cash machine model works well for Molly Crabapple, not only achieving target budgets, but exceeding them too, in some cases by over 500%. Take the following Kickstarter venture which is the premise for her book ‘Week in Hell’, Molly Crabapple proposed to rent a hotel room for a week, cover it in 270 ft of paper, lock herself in and start drawing. Pre-sold by the inch, the 270 ft blank paper raised $65,000 in 3 weeks. Journalists found themselves lured into the project swayed by the bait of Scotch and Wifi. Pretty damn savvy, I say. Her backers ranged from teenagers in Moscow, to dot commers. Everyone gets a share of the Crabapple pie.  Backers get to watch live video streams and/or own a piece of original Molly Crabapple art. When this art instigator did finally enter the hotel room, there was no game plan with regards to the five days worth of grand scale drawing. Molly Crabapple went in ‘cold’ but soon dived in, (how fearless is that), drawing a giant head (over a bed) vomiting out little girls…and, if my crap note taking serves me correctly, she featured her friend, who also happens to be an aerialist porn star. . .Wow, now, without wishing to boast, my friends are a pretty eclectic bunch, but I do not recall an aerialist porn star in my address book.

Self-diagnosed with ‘oppositional defiance disorder’, this remarkable creature understates herself. Pizzazz, she’s got, that’s for certain, but she’s also an astute business woman. This avant-garde feminist enjoys hanging out with amazing people from rock stars to porn stars, a number of her friends work in the sex industry.  ’I'm not an activist, I’m not a deep thinker.’ Clearly concerned about eroding female rights in the US, she is politically active, and yes, she’s deep thoughted too.  On cartooning she says,  ’there’s something profoundly dangerous about cartooning,’ even her animals are allegorical. Though this woman likes to get her hands dirty, she also has her fingers on the internet pulse, ‘the internet is totally in my blood’. With an online presence both intense and prolific, this woman, cares about her fans. She cares about people. She cares about her life drawing models, when she initiated the Dr Sketchy events, the models got a billing too. Inclusive gestures such as that, are profound, political and life affirming.  People matter. She cares about a lot of things. I like people who care.  If ever there is an example of the re-emerging feminine, she is definitely it, she’s powerful.

Regrettably, by the time Rosie and I reached the end of the queue for the pile high books, they were all signed, sealed and sold. My other regret, apart from not having an aerialist artiste in my address book, is that I didn’t have my sketchbook on me.

Maybugs

A combination of pen and ink, brush pen, together with a sturdy stomach, helped achieve this piece which is, I’m afraid, still in need of development.  Not that much of an achievement then, I hear you say. For some reason, despite my repulsion for Maybugs, and despite their lack of sex appeal, they are quite fascinating to look at.  I would love this image papered all over the dinning room walls, though it could prove unfavourable to my dinner guests, and may perhaps serve as a secondary appetite suppressant, the first being, of course, my cooking.