Running from the
rain, the final three houses are all on Springfield Road.
Handy for the punter making it up as he goes along, like
yours truly. First up are Maggie Feeny & Michael
Gale.
A house where most things are for sale, as is par the course
for open houses but this one has a something extra. If the
art doesn’t take your fancy, you can always buy the
house. The small sign on the back window says, rather ominously ‘no
timewasters’. You have to wonder how you would start
that conversation - ‘ no, the art doesn’t
light my candle, but the house will do just fine…’ However,
to overlook the art would be a big mistake. In the living
room, there is fine sculpture by Sam
Hall, excellent paintings
by Feeny and Gale themselves,
and Jane
Abbot’s incredibly
made ceramic cakes which to the untrained eye look rather
tasty. I am fairly convinced that they are some of the best
stuff I have seen in a while, and should win some kind of
award. They should call them Jawbreakers and probably keep
them out of sight of the kids.
Next, I head further into the (still) awful weather and
through the door of The Real McKay. Angela
McKay herself
was very welcoming. It was slightly cramped but friendly
with Angela, my party of three and another three punters
framed by two sofas, a glass cabinet, a large table where
you paid, and the breakfast bar of their kitchen. It must
have been hell last weekend, what with the better weather
and more customers. The artwork itself was extremely good,
with cheeky monkeys by the talented Mary
Moo, charming and charismatic
textiles by Samantha Stas and
fine paintings by Angela herself,
which seemed to be all of shoes. There were also good ceramics
from Ken Eardley but he pops
up all over the festival, so I advise travelling a lot to
see all of his work.
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