It never rains but it pours. This last Wednesday saw the hanging of my current exhibition with Gail Gibson Tait, Sense and Serendipity. It also saw the private view of the Affordable Art Fair which I unfortunately had to forego.
Hanging an exhibition is a strange art or science – or mixture of the two. You start with a chaos of shapes and colours and sizes. If there’s more than one artist there’s also the question of style and compatibility. You lay things out. You move them round, change your mind again, try out a few unexpected juxtapositions. It can take ages. It can go fairly smoothly. Slowly, surprisingly, order and dare I say beauty emerge.
It’s always interesting when someone else hangs your work because they see it without all the baggage and associations you yourself attach to it. But they don’t always pick up the details, the little things that mean the exhibition flows. The eye moves easily from piece to piece but spends enough time on each without distraction.
In this case a broken wrist meant we and not the curator hung (hanged?) our own pictures. And, if I say so myself, it all looks great. This is very satisfying!
The Grange Gallery is a real discovery. Once the home of the artist William Nicholson, who also lived in Newark in a very similar house, it’s set on the picturesque old village green. It’s almost opposite Kipling’s House and the award-winning public gardens which once belonged to Kipling. If the weather’s good you can picnic there and stroll through the lovely walled gardens.