Spellbound.

Crimpolenes Poster 2009

Saturday at the gallery was somewhat overshadowed by the prospective excitement of the evening ahead, it was good however, to sell a couple of pieces to some appreciative customers.  Time duly served, a dash was made for the sticks, a swift bacon sandwich was consumed before a brief show of face was made at a garden party, Guinness & Cava seemed like a good idea, but proved to be a more than peculiar combination.

By 8 p.m, the Chadwick tour bus arrived and haste was made to get a good seat in 'The Lion', the Golden Pippin flowed, The Crimpolenes were, as ever, faultless.  Good friends arrived & joined in the fun, requests & encores were made & all too soon it was homeward bound.  An extended Whiskey nightcap was indulged in despite disappointment at the lack of Siouxsie & the Banshees on the old iPod.

The Buy Art Fair approaches at a distinct rate of knots, I've made the decision to show some of my black & white silver gelatines - partly I think as a little antidote to all the digital malarky I seem to indulge in these days.  I just need to root through some nice big negatives & decide on a theme.  I also need to design my 2010 calendar & think about Christmas at the gallery - perhaps even a re-paint if I have the time.

Better get on....

Autumn Leaves.

'Summer Oranges'

Rochdale 2009

© edward chadwick 2009

This morning dawned a blustery affair.  Over breakfast, contemplating the traffic chaos of the day before, strangely coincidental with the return of the kids to school, a decision was made to take a slightly more scenic route to work, hopefully avoiding the furore that seems to go hand in hand with the school run round our parts.

Thus a little Fiat splashed its way down a pretty back road, made all the more spectacular as a brief shaft of sun burst through the clouds and illuminated a huge Chestnut in all its orange tinged glory! Yes, the leaves really have started to turn, so I guess that really does signify the start of Autumn. Such was the intensity of the leaves it put me in mind of an outing back in the slightly warmer climes of June when a visit was made to a park in Rochdale to view a similar Chestnut graced with a host of Oranges, fruits in this instance, albeit knitted ones, a stunning piece of yarnbombing created by ArtYarn as part of the Knitted Nature project with Touchstones Rochdale.

As September progresses at a brisk clip, plans are afoot choosing pieces to show on the stand at the forthcoming Buy Art Fair hosted at Urbis in Manchester.  Current favourites in the running are some large format black & white abstract pieces, however some of my more obscure colour work is also vying for attention, decisions...

In other news, at the weekend a couple of gents shaved 2 whole hours off their annual 'round the hills' ramble and the forthcoming weekend promises an audience with a good pal, a certain Mr Liam Spencer and his band of reprobates 'The Crimpolenes' - heady times await...

Summer's Closing.

Cancale

France 2009

© edward chadwick 2009

Well, that was quite a break from the bloggery!  Many apologies, perhaps it's just not something that appeals to me as a Summer activity.  Now that the weather's started to turn, the evenings drawing in ever closer I've had the urge for a couple of weeks to fire this up again and it's seemingly taken that long to actually remember the password to get in here!

The Summer seems to have passed in a flurry, it seems only two minutes since I was planting out my rows of beans, potatoes, onions and other assorted vegetable treatery at Chadwick Towers.  Now I'm down to the last of the courgettes and a raft of garlic that appears reluctant to bulb, everything else has been cropped, eaten, pickled or put into deep storage in the infamous cellar.  Even the Elderflower cordial has run dry.

Work wise, we're just limbering up to busier times. Calendars need to be designed, new work printed and exciting shoots completed. Look forward to more regular updates as Autumn unfurls.

Lighter Nights.

Jane Blease Light Box

Manchester 2009

© edward chadwick 2009

Over the last week or so there's been a real sense of spring in the air, balmy days have become more frequent and the bulbs are starting to nose upwards in the pots.  There's a real sense of seasonal change just around the corner and it's seen a renewed surge of activity in the Chadwick camp.

Cellars have been tidied, neglected projects kickstarted and the vegetable patch has been dug and tilled to perfection.  The Spring Equinox was welcomed in with spirited style, some neighbourliness by a pair of gents with a box of cheap plonk was a precursor to the newly arranged bottles in the cellar having a bit of a purge.  Two or maybe three choice bottles were liberated and quaffed in a celebratory style, the talk was of Summer bonfires and long walks up in the mountains and a 3a.m finish was cantered to with ease!  The following morning whilst rattling to work on the train in a slightly hazy reverie, I was rudely jolted back to reality by a barrage of brisk correspondence from a cheeky chum. On her way to NYC, and only too eager to relate first class flying, concorde lounging, bucks fizz quaffing activities in a most excitable manner, the swine!

But hey! I'm not envious in any way... I can derive my pleasures relocating my raspberry canes!  Workwise, things have been a little quiet at the studio, commissions have been done and are gracing the walls rather nicely while they await collection.  It's also been an absolute pleasure to do a small shoot for my pal and frankly fabulous lighting designer Jane Blease, it's not often I do product work these days but when the product is something special it can be very rewarding indeed.

With lighter nights nearly upon us, I can't wait to spend more time in the garden, riding the hills on my bike, or tinkering with some machinery if I'm ever allowed to buy that Lotus.... Sssshhh...

Arts & Crafts.

Blackwell House 

Cumbria 2009

©  edward chadwick 2009

  The week was a bit of a whirlwind with some important ethical decisions having to be made both in terms of my own practice and attempts to implement of a jot fairness in a particularly convoluted financial affair. So it was nice to escape for a fine day out in the Lakes come the weekend.  

By 10:30 on  Sunday morning a Fiat 500 was hoving its merry way up the M6, the morning coffee fixture coincided neatly with a service station stop and to my delight a surprisingly smooth latte was procured along with some soft fruits to help the journey along.  After exercising some blind faith in my role of navigator, we arrived at our destination just in time for lunch.  Blackwell House was the venue, a quirky Arts & Crafts pile with a stunning interior, lots of nooks and crannies to explore and some particularly choice wood panelling to be investigated, primarily in the quest for secret passages.  Outside there was a definite sense of spring in the air, the sun beaming down, I dallied for quite some time in the garden, exploring the oddly proportioned exterior and reveling in capturing some fine detailing with my trusty old 20D.  After a drop more coffee and a delightful slice of chocolate & black pepper Panforte it was time to head for home, excited to catch the last of the day getting the vegetable patch in order.

The less said about the 'Capture Manchester' debacle the better I think, in this instance.  Suffice to say it was regrettable to have to decline the prize and withdraw from the exhibition, but sometimes it's important to retain the high standards which have been striven for over the past few years of running my own show.  Sometimes tough decisions have to be made for the greater good and this was one of them, along with a few others this week that have yet to come to fruition, hopefully before it's too late. 

In an Instant.

Just a quickie, a little heads up for the forthcoming program of exhibitions at Touchstones Rochdale.  I thought it was only right after they graciously accepted two of my pieces to be included in the forthcoming 'Instant' exhibition.  A celebration of Polaroid instant film photography in all its wonderful permutations, an eclectic mix of this now virtually non-existent and often underrated medium, so well worth a visit if that's what floats your boat.

The opening is on a Saturday, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to escape my commitments at the studio, but I'm going to try my best to get on down. It promises to be an interesting show.

In other news, I won an award in the 'Capture Manchester' competition, which as we go to press, I'm on the verge of handing back, but more on that in the next installment....

Cripes!

  

Final February Fling.

Afternoon Session

NQ 2008

© edward chadwick 2009

Well, time seems to be galloping by.  Fun and games have been and gone, lost in the ether, until the point that there's simply too many adventures to blog about.  I either need to get it down more often or lead a less hectic life!

So, what's been going on since the last installment?  Midweek, a glass roofed Victorian market building resounded to the sound of some heavy guitar rock, by 8ish the two protagonists, ears ringing, made their way to the fortnightly institution that comprises Common Knowledge. The scant team of two barely informed gents was buoyed on a wave of slightly misplaced optimism going into the final round towards the top of the table!  But Bloody Hell!  What's this?  A super special secret round of hoola-hooping!  And I'm not refering to some kind of scoffing comp with the similarly named potato based snackery, I'm talking full on gyration with a florescent pink circle of joy! With the requisite skills of a certain elfen pal missing, a swift team talk revealed a reluctance to compromise integrity and discretion proved the better part of valour as two chaps bowed out gracefully, reputations thankfully still intact.

Commissions at the studio duly completed, Friday evening began as a pleasant little real ale crawl, the scene of some previous shenanigens The Marble Arch was made for with a view to sampling their rather choice array of freshly brewed beverages.  An initiation for some in our little party, the Marble's excellent '1425' ale was hitting the spot nicely, food was planned but somehow got lost in the fray. I think in this instance the less said the better, suffice to say unfortunately the curtain had to be drawn down a little prematurely on the nights proceedings after a misunderstanding and slight overreaction regarding some fairly innocuous boyish prankage.  A sour taste was left and a lamp-post lived up to its name, admirably unmovable...

Saturday saw a return to more sedate and salubrious surroundings as a jaunt was made out to the ever excellent Inn at Whitewell.  Some simple honest fare was consumed in front of a crackling hearth overflowing with logs, the perfect foil to the madness of the preceding evening, some fine cheeses and a tot of port drew the evening to a warm glowing close.

This week a slightly quieter time at the studio opened up a few little opportunities to indulge in some off piste activities, nipping out for lunchtime pie and afternoon coffee & cake, both enjoyed in pleasant company.  In addition, the last minute cancelation of an important meeting led to an early evening visit to see a sporty little number with a sting in the tail, which proved to be rather revealing!

As February draws to a close, a fine finale is planned for the evening ahead.  A little caper to my home village is in order to watch our pals band 'The Crimpolenes' provide some sterling 80's derived entertainment, with the company and music sorted, lets hope the ale proves to be equally quaffable.  A veritable cornucopia of joy awaits...

Quirky Folk.

Adapt & Survive

Newcastle 2007

© edward chadwick 2009

Whilst musing over some of the last week's events, a quest for a suitable image was embarked upon, initially frustratingly fruitless, I'd almost given up when I stumbled upon this from a couple of years ago.  It couldn't be any more apt, I think I even let out a little yelp of barely contained amusement!

After a delightfully fruitful week in the gallery, a certain cheeky chum and her impetuousity towards early Birthday celebrations made for a brisk Friday finish.  Ensconced in Common Bar with all good intentions for  'just a couple' the afternoon began to snowball into a full on evening affair!  Others arrived and a heated discourse was held regarding the validity of my medium during which some unfortunately naive and maybe slightly misconstrued comments led to some minor toy throwing on my part.  Eventually my thoughts turned to mild disappointment rather than ire and the realisation that even after quite a few years of running my own reasonably successful show I still don't know nowt!  Not to worry, 'carry on' I think the phrase is.  And carry on we certainly did, hosteries visited, buses home missed, the whole works....

Saturday morning dawned quiet and clear, which set the tone for the day at the gallery, patiently contemplative.  By close of business, the days efforts well rewarded, haste was made to a small hotel on the south side of town for an evening of romance.  A meal at Piccolinos started things off nicely before moving on, cocktails for Y and choice ales for moi slipped away nicely.  Way was made to Fuel to catch some pals perform their particular brand of guitar based folk, the evening progressed at a pleasantly sedate pace and by 2 a.m it was time to retreat into the night.

Sunday morn brunch was scoffed in the ever excellent Folk, a grilled haloumi pitta hitting the spot.  A day of relaxation bekoned, papers were read, soup was made, then it was out again to watch even more folky guitar musings from our pals The Roman Empire, oh dear, what's that they're serving at the bar, Golden Pippin? Yes please, just the one etc.... 

In other news I've made another submission to a show and had 2 pieces accepted for the forthcoming 'Instant' exhibition at Touchstones Rochdale.  I've also got a real urge to shoot some exciting new stuff too.... Keep your eyes peeled.  And don't forget, high end is the way forward.....whatever that means?  I can think of a choice comment or two!

Roadhouse Blues.

Les Paul Standard

© edward chadwick 2009

Foregoing the opportunities presented by two exhibition openings last Thursday in favour of an evenings work, the tone was set by Friday for a little light relief.  Things began sedately, work commitments fulfilled and enjoying an apres-work ale another opening dropped like the proverbial bombshell!  The rumour was invitation only, however a couple of quick phone calls to some old chums dispelled any concerns and haste was made in the direction of Oxford Road.  A brisk trot was embarked upon, briefly interrupted to quench the thirst in the Peveril at the halfway point.  Arriving at the Whitworth just after 6, more pals were met and sparkly stuff quaffed, an audience with Nicholas Serrota added to the excitement and a brief glance at the rather darkly impressive show was made.

The conversation flowed, a small telling off was received and artistic nonsense was spouted, by 9 though it was time for excuses to be made as 3 made their way back across town to the Marble to sample some rather excellent ale.  Ensconced at a table in the tiled paradise with a fine pint of 'Lagonda' a sudden realisation was made that no food had passed our lips for quite some time, crisps didn't go very far and after a tad more sampling it was time to head for home.  Back at a reasonable hour for once, even taking into account a frankly ridiculous excursion up a particularly icy hill!

Saturday was a quiet time in the studio, a perfect foil to the evening planned ahead.  Arriving home, arrangements were made and it was 'Chadwicks on tour', hurtling towards a local hostelry down bumpy back roads in the Jeep.  Our pal of certain notoriety Mr Liam Spencer and his compatriots were providing the entertainment under the guise of 'The Crimpolenes'.  The White Lion offered some very good pints of 'Golden Pippin' and a table with a fine view was soon procured, the company was good, 'The Crimpolenes' absolutely first class and the opportunity for some impromptu pogo action for one member of our little party certainly put a huge smile on my face.

Finally after an encore or two it was homeward bound once more, the boys wanted Shiraz but the girls wanted bed so it was time to acquiesce for once.

"Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel"

Ta Ta Trophy.

Renaultsport Clio Trophy No:69/500

© edward chadwick 2009

With another steed relinquished from the stable, I thought a little homage was in order.

Widely recognised as the pinnacle of its particular breed, the recipe of a large punchy motor shoehorned under the bonnet, low weight and a tailored chassis was second to none.  First acquaintances were made back in 2005 when garage space was shared with a twin in a rather fetching shade of french racing blue, given the choice, my blue example always won out oddly, the rarity of the Trophy somehow tempered any real use in anger.

Over the course of time, newer, more salubrious machinery came and went, yet the Trophy remained, eagerly skipping down Irish back roads at a brisk clip, tripods and DSLR's rolling around behind somewhere.  Waiting patiently by streams, shrines and shorelines whilst shots were hastily arranged and rearranged, the hot metal ticking as it cooled.  A fine partner for a blast to an early morning shoot, the sun cutting through the morning mist, flickering like an empty slide projector as trees merged into a blur, slightly moist tarmac adding a dash of anxiety, race spec dampers keeping the rubber in contact with terra firma (most of the time), heady days indeed.

Eras all eventually come to an end and tough decisions made, goodbyes were finally made on a cold, snowy morning outside a gothic town hall.  A momentary pang of regret was lost to the four winds and best wishes were extended as a happy young chap cantered off into the sunset with his new pride and joy.

Time, it seems, for someone else to enjoy something really rather special...

First February Flutter.

Iconic Interior Ireland 1996

polariod dry transfer

© edward chadwick 2009

Well, sat on the heater, looking out of the studio window at the snow flurries I feel like I ought to have posted up something wintery.  However, not one to be predictable, apart from admittedly my penchant for hot coffee at 11ish every morning, I've put up a little preview of one of my pieces recently submitted for the forthcoming 'Instant' exhibition at Touchstones Rochdale.

The piece was shot in a derelict house on the west coast of Ireland more than a decade ago.  I created a series of images, intimate details of crumbling rural domesticity juxtaposed with the iconic presence of religious reliqury and imagery.  The images began an exploration into iconography that has continued throughout certain elements of my work ever since.

Anyway, enough of this dreary pontificating, can tell I've been busying myself writing Artists statements.  What's been going on in the real world?  A eye-opening Burns night at the local, haggis, the highland fling and northern soul rounded the evening to a fine 4:30 am finish.  The week however was troubled by a slight chill in the air which turned out to be thankfully quite unfounded, frost thawed by Friday and a fine evening was enjoyed with some choice chums.  Real ales, bawdy conversation and oddly a Chinese meal at 2:30 am made for a success, not a mixture of elements that usually spring readily to mind I have to confess but there we are.

This week so far promises some inclement weather, an exhibition in the offing and dabbling in the dubious world of used car sales???

Life is never dull.

Financial Affairs.

Hog

© edward chadwick 2009

I've had a bit of blogging block lately, that and too little time.

Meetings discussing the future of craft have been taking precedent over mostly all else, leaving a smidgen of time to concentrate on my own projects and virtually nil for any carousing.  Finally by Thursday the fog of financial finicalness was beginning to clear, a trip to a small local village was hastily arranged to watch some pals indulge their passion for vaguely experimental electro folk.  The venue was intimate, the ale good and the company was surprising, especially for me, a friend of a friend turned out to be a real blast from my heady days as a student, when I still had far too much hair.  I always find it a bit weird when people crop up in your life after long absences, strange coincidences leave me slightly spooked.  It's the same when new pals also remind you of old ones too, perturbing...

The following morning, a chat with a pal over coffee revealed more opportunities for some evening fun and frolics, a trip to a trio of exhibition openings was in the offing.  By 5 impetuousness found me in the Bulls Head enjoying a couple of pints of a rather appropriately named 'January Sale' ale, which slipped down very smoothly indeed.  Thirst quenched I rolled to my first cultural port of call at International 3 to peruse some dark drawings and meet up with some pals. The conversation turned to real ale and rock which was enjoyable.

Next on the itinerary was Cube where a delectable young lady was waiting to join me in the evenings fun, the world of craft was put to rights over a scant glance at some architectural models and a particularly average glass of Chateau Irwell embankment.  The evening was progressing at a swift clip so some forward planning was in order.  A table was swiftly booked before the pace was slowed with a scamper down the steps into the rather cosy Temple Bar.  After hitting the jukebox for a couple of choice numbers, tracks were made to Cornerhouse where the highlight was a pig in the gallery - yes a real one!

The final port of call before the gallop back to the sticks was a revisit to the scene of some of the pre - Christmas crafty capers where a rather excellent night cap in the form of an 'Old Fashioned' was delivered after a good quarter of an hour of preparation.  It wasn't the only thing being stirred either...

Piety Pie.

 Ireland 2008

© edward chadwick 2009

The goodness is paying off.

Since the last installment of petty thievery, things have gone from strength to strength at the gallery.  Sales, commissions and general good things have helped put the unfortunate loss behind us.

Saturday, being particularly fruitful demanded some light evening celebrations, being sub-zero out, a trip down a riverbank was embarked upon in my 'christmas sneaks'.  Ground hard and crispy crunching underfoot illuminated  by a frosty moon it seemed like a great plan, the local was arrived at in good time for an evenings daftness.  A generous landlady, perhaps a little too much sweet soul music and stunning form on the pool table culminated in the loss of a 'sneak' in a particularly boggy hole on the homeward leg, not the best way to round off the evening, precarious infact.

A decision was made on Monday for a little reformation.  Opportunities arose for more silliness, but were swiftly rebuffed in favour of a nice bit of pie with a pal.  The pie worked it's magic but still left a little bit of hankering for cake, so there's still room for a jot of naughtiness in the new regime.

aut viam inveniam aut faciam...

Known to Cross Lines.

hv_02_08:01:09

© edward chadwick 2009

Just a little preview of my forthcoming exhibit, virtually finished after a heady bout of creativity, just a few loose ends to tie up.

The week so far has had its ups and downs, a particular low point was having a piece stolen from the gallery on Wednesday, a pursuit though the Northern Quarter followed, albeit slightly compromised by the axe and saw along for the ride! Unfortunately no miscreants were apprehended, so we'll just have to write that one off, however, if you're offered a black & white photograph of Manchester town hall in the boozer the likelihood is that it's rather hot!

Art theft! Pah! Completely interrupted my flow on my 'horror vacui' project.  However, progress resumed today and completion was consumated with a celebratory ale with a fine pal in one of my favourite watering holes.

Justly deserved.

Instant Gratification

This winged it's way into my inbox this morning!

Like proverbial buses, I now have two exhibitions to prepare for.  Quite excited about both, 'Horror Vacui' is going to be quite a departure from my usual form.  My submission for Instant however will be more centred around some old sketchbooks full of Polaroid lifts & transfers.  If I feel really frisky I may even drag my 5x4 kicking and screaming out of its comfortable retirement and root out those old boxes of Polaroid I have in the attic somewhere gathering dust amongst all the photographic reliqury from the last century.

Exciting times...

On the Brink

NY View

© edward chadwick 2009

The holiday season draws ever closer to it's culmination, just a few days left, the hours trickling by seemingly too fast.  Soon a Tuesday will dawn and it'll be back to the gallery to see what we can achieve in 2009, it would appear that positivity is all the rage this year, thinking big things will help you achieve greatness - that sort of thing.

The optimism sounds good to me, best laid plans and all.  Sometimes however, things can't be planned for and fate, chance or shear luck can upset the apple cart for better or for worse.  My usual trick is not to plan and some out of character attempts to do so for the new year have already fallen foul of diversionary tactics!  

The year started out in excellent style on the dancefloor of a slightly down at heal venue filled with northern soul and I'm not just refering to the music, the clientele being particularly favourable to a fine evenings entertainment.  Earlier on hotel rooms booked added a dash of spice reminiscent of shenanigens enjoyed in years gone by, the evening began with visits to some favourite hostelries.  After a whiskey chaser to dispell a sore throat a sensible approach to consumption was adopted and much welcomed by home time not to mention the morning after.

I had to concede that this NYE was better than the last not least for the lack of a naked man in the bar, having to witness some particularly busy hands ran it close though, but at least I didn't have to get the polish out the day after unlike some, that kind of thing is tucked firmly away in its box for now.

My Horror Vacui black book is calling and I haven't even started it yet....

Need to get on.