I am thrilled that Don’t Stop, Keep Going has been shortlisted for Wells Art Contemporary. You can see the work on show from today at the Bishop’s Palace in Wells, Somerset. The exhibition runs until 21st October (Open daily 10am – 6pm).
If you are in London this weekend you can see my new artwork Family on show at Desperate Artwives Open House.
Exhibition Dates: 6th-7th and 13th-14th October, 11am – 6pm.
Location: 28 Jaggard Way, Wandsworth, SW12 8SG
The exhibition, Women Space, is a collaboration between Platform 1 Gallery and Desperate Artwives More information at: https://www.joycmartindale.com
Find out more about the artwork: https://joycmartindale.com/family/
THE CYCLE Part 1, 21st April 2018 – a perfect day! 12 South London exhibitions by bike topped off with great company, and tea, curry and beer at the end. Such a brilliant way to map the city, see and discuss art, and develop communal knowledge 👍.
The Itinerary included:
- Heni Project Space (Hayward Gallery), Southbank Adapt to Survive: Notes from the Future.
- Copperfield Gallery, Borough Ra di Martino: Poor Poor Jerry
- White Cube, Bermondsey Beatriz Milhazes: Rio Azul
- VITRINE, Bermondsey Hanae Wilke: Close Quarters
- Matt’s Gallery, Bermondsey Alison Turnbull: If Mimicry Minded
- Assembly Point, Peckham Lilah Fowler: nth nature
- Hannah Barry, Peckham Wasp
- South London Gallery, Peckham Magali Reus: As Mist, Description
- CGP London, Southwark Megan Broadmeadow: Seek- Pray-Advance, Episode 1: Eyes Only
I’m proud to support International Women’s Day and add my voice to the growing movement campaigning for an end to violence against women and children worldwide.
I cut off a smallish piece from a section of fishing net I found on the beach. The diamond lattice is broken in places and the nylon threads are frayed and tired. I hold the piece in my hands and consider its flimsiness, then I take a long length of red cotton caulking and wrap it round and round the netting and keep going until the structure is covered and begins to plumpen. I select a couple of my children’s old t-shirts – they’re too worn to wear or pass on and I have held on to them wondering about how to extend their life. I cut them into strips and begin to bind them tightly around the caulking. It’s February and chilly in the studio and I sit hunched over at my desk. The cold makes my movements small and concentrated but I work quickly as I consider my next move. The colours of the fabrics clash with one another: All the better, I think – something to work against. I keep wrapping the strips of fabric until I have something of density to work into – something that enticingly feels as wrong as it does right.