Recently I visited the Modern Scottish Women exhibition at the Gallery of Modern Art. Of course, as most (all?) were colourists, the colours were a-poppin. Now, as I wandered from Gallery Rooms 1 then 2 then 3 then 4, a solo goer as I was there when it opened for the day, it felt odd being watched by a man in the corner. I get that this is their job – to watch the watcher. But with these amazing works by women of a force, then me being of the same anatomy, it was…weird. As if they could have given a woman the post perhaps, to even it out. There was a vulnerability about it that I can’t explain.
But anyway. My new favourite artist is Dorothy Johnstone. May I call her Dot? So Dot’s most fetching work, to my eye, is of the girl wearing an orange coat. She’s been beautifully settled onto a turquoise blanket. Not much imagination is needed to know how that must create a pop of colour that kept drawing me back to her room. It transfixed me.
I very much felt inspired as many of the artists carried on working whilst they grew their families. I also found it inspiring that their careers seemed to flourish when they were 40 and beyond. There’s hope for me yet!
One artist – and I apologise as I can’t remember which one – was very diligent about paying her children to pose for her. Perhaps I should put some coins in a jar for Lottie every time I grab a quick sketch of her.
As for all of these silly little postcard sized arts I’ve been creating….Shhh! I have a plan.