My next post will be a primer on how to set up your own show. Today, it’s storytime.
Last fall I was asked by my friend, the wonderful illustrator and artist Rachell Sumpter, if I wanted to have a solo exhibit at the Nickerson Street Studios in Seattle. My mind raced. In an instant I was calculating how many finished pieces of artwork I had ready to show, what needed to be framed, who I could borrow my sold paintings from, and how many paintings I could conceivably go start-to-finish with in a four month window. Then I nodded and said, “Yes!”
Not Enough Paintings?
I could quickly imagine some of the work I would choose. I knew my stump painting (titled “Remnant”) would work and was handy, normally sitting parked on the wall of my living room. That had gone over well the previous year in a staff show at the Seattle Pacific University Art Center. It was really the first painting I felt confident about as a representation of my style and the direction I wanted to take my work. So, that one was an easy choice. One down.
I was in the midst of working on a painting of a local Shell Station, covered in snow. It was a painting that I was excited to work on and finish, mostly because the gas station is a bit of a landmark around here. I figured I could finish that one up pretty quickly.
The previous year I had done a handful of plein air paintings, none of which were hugely successful in my eyes. Those weren’t really calling to me, though they were more recent work. I could take a couple from my parents’ house (a snowy pathway, a flooded field), my in-laws’ (Haystack Rock, a grassy airstrip), and a friend’s collection (a river in Fall). That would round out the work.
I also had every intention of painting two more large-scale landscapes. I wasn’t able to finish either one, though I did get very close to completion on a beach rock formation. It was a whirlwind of work that I put into the pieces.
“Only Show Your Best Work”
My former professor, Laura Lasworth, always said, “Only show your best work.” She had been told that from a curator early in her life and passed that knowledge on to her students. I think it’s great advice, though it always made me unsure of what was worth showing. Over time, as my internal vision has solidified more, I can make better judgments about my paintings, choosing some over others.
I think developing your eye takes time and research. It can’t really be rushed, because it relies completely on growing your skills and carefully taking in the work of others. I’ve spent a good deal of time perusing great art and thoughtfully incorporating elements in my own work. I’ve also received enough feedback on my paintings to have a decent idea of what people respond to. And I look at my own work with a very critical eye, especially after completion, in order to spot overarching issues or problems that I need to address in future work. Developing a style is a slow and natural process that requires cognitive study and focus, as well as a desire to experiment and improve.
Frame Those Paintings!
I’m very fortunate to have a woodworker in the family. My dad was a cabinetmaker and carpenter for decades and has been a very reliable and generous worker who I was able to call upon for help framing my paintings. I’m telling you right now: frames are indispensable. If you have a painting on your wall and it’s not framed (maybe it’s gallery-wrapped or there is some workaround), seriously consider framing that sucker. I honestly believe it will only increase your enjoyment of the work.
My dad was working on very short notice. I was still trying to decide on the pieces I would have for the show. After talking about what pieces would be framed and the styles of frame I hoped for, he created a whole slew of beautiful frames. While there was one that I gave him specific instructions on, the others he designed himself. He made sure to ask what my thoughts were on colors, so he would end up with a frame that helped bring out the best in the paintings. I couldn’t have put together such a satisfying show without him!
Hanging Out
With the paintings ready to be hung, I headed down to the gallery space with my wife, Amber, and we began putting it all up. The first thing to figure out was how the pieces should be arranged. I wanted to make a big first impression and then let the space and art guide the viewers around in a logical way. To do this aspect, it helped to just place the paintings along the floor against the walls where I was planning to have them. The best decision I made was to allow each painting a bit of breathing room.
Once I had the paintings arranged how I wanted them, I decided on a height that I wanted the middle of each canvas to hang at. I decided on something relatively eye level – around 67 inches. The trick then, was to measure from the middle of the canvas to the point at which the hanging wire would be if it were hanging on a nail, then adding that length to 67 inches. Once I had that number, I would put a hanging nail in the wall at that height, hang the painting on it, then break out a level to make sure it sat straight. Sometimes I would want a second nail to suspend the wire on, if the painting was larger.
As I was hanging, it was becoming clearer to me which paintings would work best together and how I might need to shift the amount of paintings in any given area. I was mostly concerned with visual diversity, so the viewer would find something new to enjoy or experience as they moved from painting to painting.
Disaster Strikes!
So, with the show hung and ready for its Saturday reception, I could rest easy, knowing that all I would have to do is return with some informative stickers (title, year, medium, etc). However, Mr. Covid tapped me on the shoulder to turn around, before decking me with a right cross to the chin. And then he kicked me a few times.
The reception had to be postponed until a later date. We’re still looking forward to seeing it with friends and family. I’m going to also have prints and greeting cards available for those who enjoy the work and want a bit of it for themselves. It should end up being a fun and possibly slightly stressful time, as most receptions are!
All’s Well that Ends Well
I had a great time getting prepared for this show. Even with some of my fantastical notions about doing even more new paintings falling flat, I am happy with the paintings on display. I have already received very warm and grateful messages from those that work in the building and are happy to see some new art on their walls. It can be very easy to lose touch with how art can elevate a mood or a space when you’re standing in front of the easel, criticizing every stroke and choice. Getting those encouraging messages is a nice and well-needed dose of reality.
