Why I run Art Workshops


Why I run art workshops.

If I wanted bones to hang the flesh of my ideas on, they would be paintings.

The visual language used in composing. The constraints of a (usually) rectangular 2D surface – and the fight to calm the rational brain to find meaning in the abstract.
This is my job.

As an artist, I know that there is another dimension of being – in the spaces in-between.

When you know how to interpret these spaces, stuff happens. The spaces become the doors to perception and you are on the way to learning a new language.

Artists are people who have found the spaces and they work with and around them, both literally and metaphorically. They literally see the world differently as a result.
Light and shade, form and mass – and ephemeral stuff like dust are as concrete and necessary to an artist as food.

What are the spaces?

Gaps in-between a crowd on a platform. The shape of a table framed by a cup and a bowl. Light pouring through a window, framing hair. The distance between rocks in front of a horizon. Trees. The area underneath the chair……..

When someone is shown how to see differently, their world shifts slightly and nothing is quite the same again.

We live in a world where screens prevent us from lifting our heads and sniffing the air for possibility.
We are rendered passive by the veil of the screen. It condemns us to live in a passive state of expectation where personal responsibility is an anathema.

I facilitate workshops using art to create an environment for those who want to lift the veil!

The classes are real. Mess, failure, experimentation and collaboration are encouraged and if a piece of art is realised, that is a bonus.

As an artist, I grapple with material to tell stories obliquely.
As a teacher, I use art techniques to encourage personal development.

Please do not sign up if you want to “colour in”, if you expect “formulas” or if your idea of doing an art class is to pass a pleasant couple of hours, paintbrush in one hand, glass of wine in the other!

(Although – of course there is wine. Afterwards! Artists have to live after all!)
Nicola Powys