To Bee Or Not To Bee
The Resonant Resident
As part of Islington Exhibits (www.islingtonexhibits.com) I have been given the opportunity to be Artist in Residence at the St. Martin Centre.
St Martins provides housing, support and care for adults who have mental health problems or are ex-offenders with support needs. My residency started two weeks ago and in that time I have been made very welcome by the lovely people I've met there. The residency is supported by Rowen Arts (www.therowanartsproject.com) and co-ordinated by Cubitt Education (www.cubittartists.org).
Over the next couple of months I'll be getting to know the people who live and work at St Martins and by collaborating with them and collecting their stories we will develop an art work that will be exhibited at the end of June this year; I'll keep you posted.
The above image is of a poster I made to advertise the first in a series of workshops I'm running as part of my residency.
Shoppe 'til Yee Droppe
The most excellent scholar and fine gentleman David Bailey over at Good Grief (Manchester) has seen fit to stock my comic Pneuma. My humble offering can be purchased both in person and online alongside the sterling and stirring work of artists selected from across the globe!
Here's David's blog address where he has been very kind in his description of my work:
www.goodgriefshop.blogspot.com
And here's the address to his shop:
www.goodgrief.bigcartel.com/product/pneuma-by-daniel-locke
And here's some photo's of my book:
Toot Toot
At the risk of blowing my own trumpet, I was excited to find that along with my friends Richard Cowdry, Peter Lally and Jimi Gerkin, I got a very kind review from Martin & Judith at the ‘Avoid The Future’ blog:
http://avoidthefuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-press-in-uk-our-favourite-comics.html#more
They brought one of the very last copies of a comic I made in 2005 called ‘10am’. It’s a work I produced about a month after deciding that my future, for good or bad was to be read in pictures and words and bound with staples. At the time I was working at a cafe called the Mock Turtle Teashop. I was charged with washing up and KP-ing.
On quiet moments in the pot-wash I'd make sketches and notes about the customers. The cafe was staffed by an amazing collection of people and the owners worked hard to generate a family feeling amongst us. It was a really lovely thing to be a part of, and although I often resented having to get up early and the repetitive nature of the work, looking back I can see I was a small part of a very special place.
Here's the first page of the comic I made in homage to it: