the first pictures have arrived and i am surprised by how emotional i feel. when malcolm croft delivered his oils on thursday, we propped a couple of the larger canvases on the sofa and just stood for a while, looking at them. the white room suddenly seemed alive with colour...i saw malcolm's work for the first time a couple of weeks ago when i went to an open exhibiton at vernon mill in stockport. his brother and mum where there, obviously so proud. i was immediately taken by a portrait of a young boy, who turned out to be malcolm's son. i also loved his 'kippers' on a plate. the next morning - unable to shake those kippers from my head - i emailed him to see if he'd like to hang in the gallery. fortunately he said yes.
jack lloyd (whose team at the creative recycling gallery in chorlton, will be providing the framing service for the gallery) arrived yesturday with his photographs, and also mine. when i saw the one i call ''the sound of music' (a blue tinged picture of my daughter carrie in the spainish mountains with my brother's dog in the foreground) i actually cried! ridiculous i know, but testament perhaps to the effect a photography can have on you - that holiday was one of the loveliest we've shared as a family.
jack has done some really unusual photo-montages of the village which are going to look great on the walls and in the window and will hopefully make people stop and look. another artist, cheryl lewis, has dropped off her ceramics - big beautiful pots with discs of porcelain that hang around the neck.
the biggest challenge now will be hanging the pictures - who knows how the walls will behave! hopefully better than our old house in levenshulme, which spat out the nails we hammered in, like a child refusing calpol.
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