Does the depth of the disappointment equal the scale of the high

Does the depth of the disappointment equal the scale of the high

I’ve been busy this last week putting together artwork for the new gallery that I spoke about last week. Looking at current artwork and making decisions regarding framing for it, and finishing off some artwork that could be improved upon. I’ve been on an artistic high, and happy, and really looking forward to getting involved with it and working in conjunction with the gallery owner who I liked as a person, when I met her last week.

I’ve been caught up with the creative high of it.

I’m always positive anyway, and this has instantly brought me up to a newer level of positivity.

The picture I was working on yesterday was an erotic landscape that I almost completed a few years ago, and looking at it afresh I wondered why it wasn’t completed then, since it was all but done.

I have a title for it today. I have only a few more hours work to do on it, and it will be complete.

Ready to show to the visitors to this new venue for me.


At 7pm last night, after scraping off the acrylic paint that my hands were besplattered with, I had a quick look at any emails that had come in whilst I was involved with my painting.

And there was one that stood out more than all the others. One that I didn’t want to read.

It was an apology and a brief explanation as to why the gallery owner had made a business decision that meant that her and my working together wasn’t going to materialise.

The thing that made it more poignant was possibly that I fully understood her decisions, fully backed them, fully comprehended her reasons.

But that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt, or cut deep, or affect my mood after that.

I was SOOO looking forward to working with her, soooo enjoying putting the selection of artwork together, soooo wanting to create more artwork in the same vein, sooo wanting to inspire others with that subject matter. Sooo wanting to sell that sort of artwork.

And now I can’t.

Well, and this is me being positive after a night of not particularly feeling it.  I can. I can do it, I just can’t do it through this particular place.

But, I will complete the erotic landscape, and I will love doing it. Acrylic paints


I've been an artist all of my life, and my paintings now hang on walls in Europe, USA and Canada. I'm working on getting them on the other continents! My wide range of artwork has been exhibited nearer to home in the East Midlands, with the Guild of Erotic Artists at Beaumont Hall Studios in Hertfordshire, and at "Erotica", Olympia, London. I have also been featured alongside my work in the Guild of Erotic Artists book (volume 2). I love to create dramatic interest in my pictures, whether it’s to paint an unusual landscape, or just to utilise dramatic lighting in my figure drawings or strong colour in my animal portraits. Delighting in the spontaneous tendencies of watercolour adds an interesting and distinctive look to my paintings, some of which are purposefully ambiguous, enabling the viewer to use their own interpretation of my artwork. I also love to hide images, and humour within my paintings, whether it’s a secret message, or an erotic couple hidden within a landscape, or even an erotic landscape where the couple are camouflaged as the features of the land itself. I am equally happy painting in oils, acrylics or watercolours and love to draw with pencil or ink. I have also developed the very effective method of drawing using white pencil on black card which creates dramatic pictures by just picking out where the light catches the body and leaving the rest of the image to the imagination, in darkness. I can also utilise many different styles, whether it is realistic, abstract, surrealistic, erotic, fantasy or camouflage art where something is hidden within the painting. I'm just passionate about my art, whatever I paint! But, it doesn't matter how many landscapes or pet portraits I paint, its always the erotic stuff that people are interested in! I started blogging to share some of the strange conversations I have with the people I meet. But its evolved into far more than that now.

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