Painting holidays suspended, a sad time

The wonderful Sally McEwen died of pancreatic cancer, August 29, 2015

The wonderful Sally McEwen died of pancreatic cancer, August 29, 2015

It is with sadness we inform you that the incomparable Sally McEwen died August 29 from pancreatic cancer. All painting holidays have been suspended for the foreseeable future.

From David:
‘Our Lovely Sally gently slipped away from us last night. Her great heart, her kind and gentle heart, a heart that beat for so many of us fluttered and decided to beat no more.

I held her hand and talked to her of the LOVE that Mia, Jo, Kate, Sam, Amelie, Jay and I have for her, the love that so many people that she helped have for her.

One day I shall walk down a far distant road and from the mist she’ll be there with arms wide open and we will travel on together.

I want to thank so many of you for so many posts and kind, kind messages that you have sent us all over the last few weeks. I may not reply for a while …. But thank you for the love that you sent to us.

Goodnight, my little Sal, I love you.”

Back in France, wary of galleries, con men and the business side of art

I have been ordered by Management (She Who Feeds Me) and Kate (She Who Looks After The Site) to start writing again. Those of you who have visited this site before may remember that Management is my wife, Sally who cooks magnificent Cordon Blue standard food and completely organizes your holiday while you stay with us….and me, drives like the Stig and IS in charge; Kate is our guide and mentor when it comes to the mysteries of the Interweb, or whatever it’s called and I have, foolishly and rudely, referred to her as The Mistress of The Lash and I’m sorry…yes, I’m frightened of them both…So here we go.

David teaching while in Palm Beach, Florida.

We’ve just returned from our annual pilgrimage to the land of sun, galleries, show jumping, polo and utter relaxation, Florida. Well, to begin with, it was cold, it rained, the gallery which had sold my work for some years had closed and unsold work had been placed in store. So the first part of the holiday was not relaxing as we drove hither and yon, East, West, North and South throughout the state to look for other Galleries.

Painters, usually, are not very good at business. We spend our time spreading pigment over paper and canvas but often we don’t know how to get rid of them afterwards…some sort of strange belief comes over us that we will be discovered by art consultants who will appear at our studio door and whisk us off to fame and artistic nirvana. It rarely happens, actually it never happens. So we must gird up our loins, pack up our paintings, print cards and fliers and hit the streets to cold call on Galleries which might take our “children.” It’s hard work, bloody hard work and, at times, so depressing.

We learned so much during our travels about the local art world, business and human nature. It was tough, but in a strange way positive with good advice and some really nice people, some horrible people and con men. But just as with dawn following the darkest part of the night, we found light at the end of a long dark tunnel. A gallery and contract but most of all hope and encouragement.

More to come…