RECOGNITION

Recognition: the number one hunger? To be heard, to be seen, to be acknowledged. To be cliked by facebookers twitterers instagrammers in their dozens, hundreds, maybe more, or at least disliked in equally viral fashion. To prove that we are here, that we are who we are, that our story matters. That the thoughts we think, the words we write, the pictures we paint, the music and movies and moves we make, this little creature we call Me, this little selfie....oh!

Why are we so hungry to be seen? Look Ma, I'm dancing! Ma, I'm falling down! Ma, you're not looking! Is that it? All about childhood? Whether we were recognised too little or too much?

Re-cognition: I am recognised therefore I am. If not recognised I do not exist. True or false? Obviously false but so many believe it. The hunger always twinned with anxiety, the What If.........

Strangely enough, the more time goes by, the less anxious I become and the less hungry I feel. Maybe I should be hungrier.

HERMITAGE

The more absorbed I am in making art, the less time I feel like giving to facebook or the internet or verbal communication in general. Sometimes, often, I don't speak to anyone for days, not on the phone, nowhere, except maybe buying food or in a cafe, asking for an Americano with cold milk on the side and a pain au raisin.

 I suppose I have hermit-ish tendencies. Not that I want to avoid company or communication, not at all. It's just the way things are. I do talk a lot to myself, not aloud (not yet!) and that can be quite interesting, even informative.

The boxwork I'm absorbed in has a title now: Angel Disguised as Paper Doll Explaining the Artist's Work. Soon I'll post a photo of it.

SELF PROMOTION

These two works of mine from the 1960s will be on sale at the London Art Fair this week: 17th-21st January, on the England & Co Gallery's stand (No.34) at the Business Design Centre, Islington.

Ideas on Angel Underground  circa 1967  Oil & mixed media on board. 30 x 20 inches (76 x 51 cm)

Ramona  1966. Mixed media box construction. 18.5 x13.75 x 3.5 inches (47 x 35 x 9 cm) The words carved into wooden blocks are from the song 'Ramona' popular at the time.

Just in case you were wondering but too afraid to ask, my artwork is generally for sale. If you have never wondered about this may I suggest you start? Buying my artwork is a good thing to wonder about, unlike many other things which are not so good or so possible. I have been a fully functioning artist for all of my long life and therefore a great deal of work accumulates. Bearing in mind time's unfair rules I only have, what, ten/fifteen years max before I leave this planet and I think you, the collective You, should be seriously wondering about buying my work. It is totally worth it even if I say so myself (*) and I have a very discerning eye. Contact me privately if you want to visit, discuss prices etc.

(*) If you need other opinions besides mine, you can see some quotes on this page, as well as a partial list of public collections which acquired my work.

Apart from my website or visiting me to view available paintings, drawings or 3-dimensional work, here are two links where you can currently buy examples of my graphic work.

Pomegranate Fine Art:
https://www.printed-editions.com/more-art…

The Old Stile Press:
http://www.oldstilepress.com/osp_artist/natalie-darbeloff/

http://www.oldstilepress.com/osp_author/blaise-cendrars/

POETS AT THE GYM ILLUSTRATED

Below are the back and front covers of the Candlestick Press forthcoming pamphlet of George Szirtes' witty and wonderful Thirty Poets Go to the Gym which, as you may remember, I was commissioned a few months ago to illustrate.


The original intention was that my images of Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, ee cummings, Rainer Maria Rilke, TS Eliot, Lord Byron, Walt Whitman and George himself would be placed below or alongside the relevant poems. However, when the book's layout was being worked out, the publisher decided instead to fit my images on the back cover, with Walt Whitman on the front cover while George Szirtes and Lord Byron appear on bookmarks.

 I would have been happier with the original plan but never mind. May this book have a long, happy and successful life.

NEW YEAR, RENEWED SOFA

Whew, that was tough but I managed to finish the sofa renewal for New Year's day. Okay it's not perfect but neither am I. It's a bit quirky (me too) and you won't find one like it in the shops (me neither). Cushions will adorn it in due course. Moi aussi, I guess.

When I'd covered all but the seat with the new fabric, I decided I didn't want the whole thing the same colour. Luckily I found exactly the right length of material: a beautiful curtain from a flat I lived in about 20 years ago - the pattern even echoes my new oriental rug. 

It took some deft manipulating and hours of stitching back what I cut off by mistake, but finally it all came together. Trickiest of all were the arms - staple gun fired hundreds of staples into the front panels of the sofa's arms to coax fabric into the required curves. But staple craziness is hidden beneath a solution which I may have invented: traced the shape of left and right arms' front panels, cut the shapes out of thin card, then wrapped and glued the fabric to the card, then glued the wrapped panels in position. Presto, no piping!

Like I said, it's not perfect but it's not bad.