Yesterday I rocked up to a car park, gave my artwork to a man, and watched him drive away with it in a van.
As I am nowhere near the vicinity of London, I cannot take these to the Royal Academy myself. The option I took was art delivery service. When I arrived at the collection point, I was the only one standing around waiting. You have a 15 minute time slot to be there. I was taking no chances so arrived 30 minutes early.
Next to arrive was artist Christine (and now I’m kicking myself for not remembering her last name. Argh!) She had with her a gigantic, heavily padded work done in charcoal. I asked. I am curious about what others do but have that weird anxiety about my tone when asking. Sometimes people ask that question with a truck load of judgment behind it. Watercolours? Oh. That. Or if you’re asked subject matter and receive the raised eyebrow and ‘good luck with that’ look. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s happens.
Soon after, another artist showed up with her thinly veiled work. From what I could see through the bubble wrap, it was a gorgeous landscape/seascape work in beautiful colours. We noticed a couple other artists arrive and then the van showed up.
There weren’t very many of us. The van had only two other stops in Scotland. I’m sure there are a couple other companies collecting for R.A. but I don’t think it’s that many. In total I think there were 7 of us. Not sure what that means for Scotland’s chances of representing in the summer show. I assume the bulk of artists are in the London area.
And that was that. We wished eachother good luck and went our separate ways, feeling relieved and hopeful.