Art Shop Collective Opening

This is the entrance of the Arthur and Albert studio where the Art Shop Collective have found a home for their twice a month contemporary artefacts sales.

The brain -and the red glasses- behind the 27 artists strong collective!

 Katie, a member of the collective and a lovely person to boot!

Taking place every 1st and 3rd Saturday of the month, last Saturday was the opening of the venture.
There was cake, tea and rose wine on offer.

 This is me posing next to a row of my watercolor portraits and trying my best expressive face. It worked? Non?

Yep, there was music on the day! And the atmosphere was really chilled and friendly. The day was sunny and the public very supportive. We sold quite a few artworks on the day!

The till with tea, business cards and other promotional materials such as artists statements.

Yum! 

My watercolors and below, one of my digital prints on display at the very bottom.

More of my watercolors and digital prints above.

As you can see the collective is a collection of very disparate styles, the only selection criteria being it must be just very good art indeed.

Above another one of my digital prints, called "Fear".

The lampshade made of sunglasses was quite popular with the crowd!

The shop was pretty busy all day. Set right next to the Regents Canal in Haggerston, we benefited from a  fair bit of footfall from all those ramblers making their way to Broadway market.

Many of the collective came along with their friends. The collective is composed of a good mix of up and coming and more established jobbing artists such as recording artists who also paint.

Spitafield line dancing is the new Thriller

How odd it is to see regular people line dance in the middle of the afternoon in one of the busiest shopping markets of dear old London! That is just what I was privileged to witness in Spitafield market last Saturday. Everyone and anyone could join in to the not so impromptu gathering. I especially liked the gentleman who couldn't dance to save his life but who was soldiering on anyhow! And the two kids and their parents who were having a ball on the sidelines. I love London for those little snippets of big city life; there is always something somewhere happening. We are told London is a heartless city full of poo-faced faces. If only they could see that video and bear witness to Londoners and tourists letting their head down. Line dancing is where it's at, baby!