The things that really count.

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In 2007,when I had just graduated from Art school ,being selected by a gallery was a dream. So when I was offered a contract by a gallery in London and was flown to Italy to be introduced to  other important galleries  exactly when graduating was , in my mind amazing.10 years on, the thought of dealing with a gallery stresses me out

Why?

Let me explain. We artists are led to believe that we need a gallery and that we should obey them  and bend to all their wishes. It is not like that. The truth is one.  The artist needs to remember that you, the artist are the gallery’s client and the ones who buy the artworks are the Gallery’s friends not vice versa.Another thing to keep in mind is the business plan. Each and every gallery needs to have a business plan and in every country , especially if in other continents , business plans differ.

Another important thing to keep in mind is money. I don’t care how much hate I am going to stir now, but  the truth is , Art is about money, it always was and will always be.The problem is that we artists are too busy thinking up incredibly beautiful things to ever think about money and the asshole rest of the world knows that and abuses us.For us everything is priceless. For the others, we are ‘money making machines’ as one millionaire many moons ago called me. So when we get sick  of the horrid system we try to set up a what is called an ARTIST LED SPACE. It sounds amazing until you try to do it. I tried and the consequences were disastrous. I am way too creative to be able to deal with the monetary side of things  not to mention being the creative person I am I risked  and enjoyed making mistakes and tried to make something out of them, like I do with the process of painting. I can say I had come up with the most incredible business plan with the most outrageous artists.   There was one major flaw in the great scheme of things. I forgot to employ a full time psychotherapist who specialises in creative people. No wonder Van Gogh  had cut off his ear when he had trouble with Gaugin.  Disputes amongst creatives are pretty much what Hollywood drama aspires to be but never will ( Thank God for that)

The latest bit of drama I had to endure  almost catapulted me into a storm between  powerful people. I spent  2 days in a corner trying to figure out why the hell I always let myself into such situations. I was ready to swear on a facebook post to never paint again.  I just cannot believe how naive I can be, or rather how I let my ego and need to succeed  govern my little bit of rationality.

So I decided to post a painting I just finished, with my son next to it.  This photo does not show the painting in it’s glory but it shows the most important  and most beautiful amazing gift I have. I have a son who loves to be with me in my studio whilst I paint.

God has given me what I always wanted, a son, a man to love and a studio. I don’t need anything else.

My season’s blessings to all of you  and a little reminder to  be grateful for all you have.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOT – about Prickly pears and Halos.

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I always feel guilty that I differ from most of my  Maltese family of artists as I don’t really paint landscapes of our beloved little island. Although I appreciate  the scenes and lovely buildings, it just isn’t my line. But I decided to make a painting about Malta without our lovely little boats and rocky coasts so  I focused on 4 things-

1.The heat- Our Incredible heatwaves, those when you feel like you are melting . That kind of heat that you start sweating right after you come out of a cold shower.

2.Prickly Pears- What would  Maltese landscape  and summer be without prickly pears? Not a Maltese summer of course.

3.The Religious paraphernalia- Catholic churches all over the place…. everyone prays when in need.

4. Plants in the yard. –  I have never seen a Maltese yard without  a couple of pots  with   some lovely plants in it.

As you might have guessed the image of the girl was taken from a pornographic cinema poster from the City lights collection.

But unlike what most people think, this painting is not just about sex in the heat.

It is a a painting about the repercussions of sex for a woman. Unlike a man, a woman looses her  value if she expresses her sexuality. Sex , apart from pleasure, makes babies. Giving birth is like sitting on a prickly pear cactus in extreme heat and pain in front of an audience.

Deciding to keep the baby or not is subject to a very judgemental audience as well. The abortion debate has the world divided.

Loosing the baby by miscarriage is also extremely painful and facing the audience is  just as painful, not to mention the void and pain one might feel.

Other women are kidnapped and  made to sell their sexuality on the streets,  some are beaten into sexual slavery by their own husbands. That must be very painful.

I am tired of being so unequal to men. I am tired of being  an object of sexual desire and then made to repress my sexuality.

I am tired of hearing about girls being kidnapped and pimped on the streets or of others who are beaten into submission and made to prostitute themselves and never find the support they deserve. I am tired of hearing about the atrocities of backyard abortions gone wrong. I am sick and tired of seeing women cry and feel  shamed for needing IVF.

No matter what everyone says, I feel that God is there for us all. He is there for the whore as much as he is there for the woman who lost her child. God is looking over the woman who is struggling and deciding whether to keep her baby or not and trying to help her out and find the best possible solution for her and her child.

Sex for us women is just not what it is for men. It is a painful ordeal, the cross we have to bear ,for being women.

And don’t forget we have to shave our legs…………