Ssssh! Its that time of year, when you can’t let on which of your work/s will be on auction at the Secret Postcard Auction of the Royal West of England, Bristol. Its very exciting when one’s very humble, less than famous work, has been invited to be on show alongside the great and the good. I mean big names, seriously. You know, usual ones, Alan Measles, Tracey, etc. So, no pics here of what’s what, just yet, as that would give the game away. This year the RWA is shut, because of lockdown it is an online auction. A couple of days in and the auction was a digital hot room, hundreds and hundreds of kind folks had made bids, which was very exciting for the staff of the RWA who have had to, along with millions of others across the world, close their doors. So, the support of art lovers from around the world have come to the rescue. Thankfuly, my little offerings have received bids. Phew. It reminded me of another time when the doors were closed, but that was because I had excitedly arrived too early for my residency Curious Narratives. I can’t quite remember why I sat on the doorstep with a bit of red curtaining, sipping tea, with a large musical figurine that a friend had gifted for an outing. I unearthed this pic and sent it to the lovely chief of the academy, who said it cheered her up no end!
