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Facebook won’t allow me to sell this piece of art. Apparently it doesn’t meet their approval, as they tend not to “allow the sale of adult items or services (e.g. sexual enhancement items or adult videos).”

Here is the glorious message in full…

“Rejected: There are issues with your product

If you’ve read our commerce policies and think that your item should be approved, fill in this form.

It looks like we didn’t approve your item because we don’t allow the sale of adult items or services (e.g. sexual enhancement items or adult videos).”

It’s the second best rejection letter I’ve had.

Also, joke’s on you, Facefuck, I sold this painting last month.

-MLP

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PAINTINGS, MUSIC & THINGS: Moore ⁂ Plum at Vout-O-Reenee’s

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MOORE ⁂ PLUM AT VOUT-O-REENEE’S

MARIE-LOUISE PLUM (painter of uncanny folk-tinged Magic Realism) & JOHN MOORE (erotic portraits in a classic style) invite you to view their PAINTINGS, and receive a dose of sweet rock MUSIC.

WHERE

Vout-O-Reenee’s
The Crypt
30 Prescot Street
London
E1 8BB

WHEN

Opening Night, Friday 6th April: From 6pm Meet the artists, discuss the work. Live music and good cheer for the surrealistically distinguished.
Exhibition continues: April 6th – 21st
Opening times: Mon-Sat, 5 -10:30pm

Marie-Louise Plum and John Moore immerse you in painted dream worlds, fantasy realms and erotic portraiture.

John Moore and his band perform songs from the “✩✩✩✩ literary pop gem” (The Times) album, Knickerbocker Glory, on 14th April. Advance tickets £10 plus booking fee, doors 7pm, showtime 9pm. Tickets also available on the door.

Exhibition runs from Friday 6th until Saturday 21st April.

Vout-O-Reenee’s is a club for the surrealistically distinguished. Non-members are welcome to view the exhibition, attend the opening night and gig. Tickets for the the gig are £10 plus booking fee, available here.

MARIE-LOUISE PLUM

Marie-Louise Plum is a multidisciplinary self-taught artist who draws, paints, prints, collages and collects.
Her particular interests are preservation, memory, mortality, sense of self, and identity, following themes of social
alienation, sexual ambiguity and subversion of the ‘common sense’.

A large part of Plum’s art practice is searching, scavenging and regenerating that which is lost or forgotten, be it objects or ideas. Her obsession with keepsakes extends to all manner of ephemera, which have featured heavily in her earlier collections of work.

A recent exhibition at Bob & Roberta Smith’s CCCA in Coventry – a live painting and audio experience, ‘Suburban English Magick’ – was the catalyst for her new series of paintings that capture the voyeuristic sense of peering into worlds and peoples unknown.

Consciousness, linear time, and existence are subjects that Plum repeatedly turns to, searching for evidence to explain why we exist, and where we are going. Symbolism and references to self-protective ritual are often depicted in her paintings.

Marie-Louise Plum will be exhibiting new paintings, as well as selected art objects from earlier collections.

www.marielouiseplum.com

Contact: mail@marielouiseplum.com

JOHN MOORE

​​An artist in the truest sense – driven by his passions – John Moore is a musician, painter, writer and former importer of Absinthe.

His oil paintings depict subjects who demand attention, imploring the viewer to engage with their questioning gaze. A lover of timeless, classic erotic portraiture, following in the tradition of Modigliani, De Goya and Cezanne, Moore aims to capture atmospheric nudes in states of ethereal being.

Combining composition styles of old with new approaches, he presents his muses in such a way to carry us off into the magical unknowing.

John Moore has just released the highly acclaimed album Knickerbocker Glory, garnering rave reviews around the world, described by The Times as ‘A literary pop gem’. In addition to exhibiting paintings, he will be performing songs from the album, with his band, Saturday April 14th, as well as playing acoustic dates, the first of which will be on the exhibition opening night, Friday April 6th.

Described by Mojo Magazine as “A bruised eremitic, Withnalian Rattlesnake on downers. Makes Lou Reed sound like a bricklayer.”

Live Music, Saturday 14th April: John Moore and band, playing songs from his new album Knickerbocker Glory. Doors 7pm. Showtime 9pm. Club closes at 2am. Tickets £10.

www.johnmooremusic.com

One Bare Foot Square

 

‘ONE BARE FOOT SQUARE’
Exhibition Dates: 30 July – 13 August 2016
Opening Event: Saturday 30 July 2016, 3 – 5pm.
Curator: Chutima Kerdpitak (NOK)
Outsider Art Gallery in The Hermitage museum Amsterdam
Address: Outsider Art Ateliers in de Hermitage,
Neerlandia Plein 1, 1018 DR, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
The Hermitage: http://www.hermitage.nl
Outsider Art Gallery Amsterdam: http://www.amsterdam-outsider-art.nl

That thing, above, is three panels of illustrated calico. I’ve done this piece of work for a travelling exhibition, One Bare Foot Square, the creation of Nok, and Uncooked Culture.

First stop for the panels is Amsterdam Outsider Art Gallery, at the Hermitage Museum, The Netherlands. All three pieces are for sale. After the stop-off in Amsterdam, comes London. That will be in November. I’ll update you nearer the time.


‘Re-entry’
© 2016, Marie-Louise Plum


‘Journey’
© 2016, Marie-Louise Plum


‘The Approach’
© 2016, Marie-Louise Plum

Birthday Letters, Illustrated

Along with approximately 250 thousand other firm intentions and ideas, a promise to illustrate all the female characters from Ted Hughes prose poem, Gaudete, using clothes-off life models only, to exhibit at the Ted Hughes Festival, alongside a ballet performance, has toppled into the ‘Haven’t Done It Because Life’ chamber.

In the ‘Putting Off Because Insecurity and Need for Reassurance’ corner, my paid-for commissions and responsibilities languish, while I distract myself with another Ted Hughes side project, using the excuse of potentially career-furthering, future book illustration employment as reason.

I’ve started illustrating poems from Birthday Letters, Hughes’s parting salvo – released a few months before his death in 1998, after 35 years of silence on the subject – a softener and/or fan flamer to the ‘Ted or Sylvia?’ lead teamsters, lifting the rocks from his chest.

About Sylvia, about Ted, of Sylvia, of Ted, addressed to Sylvia, from Ted.

Here are the first two illustrations, more will follow, sporadically, no doubt. The poems, below each image.

Black Coat

I remember going out there,
The tide far out, the North Shore ice-wind
Cutting me back
To the quick of the blood – that outer-edge nostalgia,
The good feeling. My sole memory
Of my black overcoat. Padding the wet sandspit.
I was staring at the sea, I suppose.
Trying to feel thoroughly alone,
Simply myself, with sharp edges –
Me and the sea one big tubula rasa,
As if my returning footprints
Out of that scrim of gleam, that horizon-wide wipe,
Might be a whole new start.

My shoe-sole shapes
My only sign.
My minimal but satisfying discussion
With the sea.
Putting my remarks down, for the thin tongue
Of the sea to interpret. Inaudibly.
A therapy,
Instructions too complicated for me
A the moment, but stowed in my black box for later.
Like feeding a wild deer
With potato crisps
As you do in that snapshot where you exclaim
Back towards me and my camera.

So I had no idea I had stepped
Into the telescopic sights
Of the paparazzo sniper
Nested in your brown iris.
Perhaps you had no idea either,
So far off, half a mile maybe,
Looking towards me. Watching me
Pin the sea’s edge down.
No idea
How that double image,
Your eye’s inbuilt double exposure
Which was the projection
Of your two-way heart’s diplopic error,
The body of the ghost and me the blurred see-through
Came into single focus,
Sharp-edged, stark as a target,
Set up like a decoy
Against that freezing sea
From which your dead father had just crawled.

I did not feel
How, as your lenses tightened,
He slid into me.

© Ted Hughes. All Rights Reserved.

Red

Red was your colour.
If not red, then white. But red
Was what you wrapped around you.
Blood-red. Was it blood?
Was it red-ochre, for warming the dead?
Haematite to make immortal
The precious heirloom bones, the family bones.

When you had your way finally
Our room was red. A judgement chamber.
Shut casket for gems. The carpet of blood
Patterned with darkenings, congealments.
The curtains — ruby corduroy blood,
Sheer blood-falls from ceiling to floor.
The cushions the same. The same
Raw carmine along the window-seat.
A throbbing cell. Aztec altar — temple.

Only the bookshelves escaped into whiteness.

And outside the window
Poppies thin and wrinkle-frail
As the skin on blood,
Salvias, that your father named you after,
Like blood lobbing from the gash,
And roses, the heart’s last gouts,
Catastrophic, arterial, doomed.

Your velvet long full skirt, a swathe of blood,
A lavish burgandy.
Your lips a dipped, deep crimson.

You revelled in red.
I felt it raw — like crisp gauze edges
Of a stiffening wound. I could touch
The open vein in it, the crusted gleam.

Everything you painted you painted white
Then splashed it with roses, defeated it,
Leaned over it, dripping roses,
Weeping roses, and more roses,
Then sometimes, among them, a little blue
bird.

Blue was better for you. Blue was wings.
Kingfisher blue silks from San Francisco
Folded your pregnancy
In crucible caresses.
Blue was your kindly spirit — not a ghoul
But electrified, a guardian, thoughtful.

In the pit of red
You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness.

But the jewel you lost was blue.

© Ted Hughes. All Rights Reserved.

Making & Drawing Workshop 2/11/13

I’m running a making and drawing workshop, as part of The Big Draw, on Saturday 2nd November at 38 Hoe St, London E17, with artists Anja Borowicz (recently graduated from her Masters degree at The Slade – well done Anja!) and Vanessa Maurice-Williams. We’re making soft chalk and oil pastels from scratch, then working on a large scale collaborative drawing together.

The workshop takes place at pop-up shop, 38 Hoe Street, the base for exciting new regeneration plans currently underway in Walthamstow, London. It’s a free workshop, drop in at any point, all ages welcome.

For more information please see the flyer below, also available to download here.