This is my husband.
His name is Matt. Sometimes known as PottyMouthPapa.By day he's a father and a picture framer and about to become a secondary art teacher.By night he's an artist. And the super good news is that he's a Dobell Prize for Drawing finalist. So super duper proud. And excited. And proud. And excited.
While Matt's show was happening, all the smalls that were gathered with their parents played out on the street (supervised), chalking, customising masks, and doing what small children should do. Playing.I loved this snippet of life. Slowed down. It reminded me of when I was small. We'd play with the neighbourhood kids. Out in the street. Enjoying simple play. Remember running in packs? I love this photo taken by my friend Bec. A glimpse of it. It's a picture of how childhood should be. That innocence is retained so briefly. It's so fragile and should be preserved.Tiny playing with two gals she'd never met before, but it all just clicked. So simple and fills my heart. Sigh.
It's Matt's exhibition opening tomorrow and I can confidently say, I think we're both pretty darn excited. Come 3pm we'll clink glasses to celebrate this new solo show.Perhaps you can come join us? Daytrippers? Yes please! Thanks for your kind words. When the chips are down, you sometimes wish the seagulls would descend, whisk you away, and float you up to the clouds to dangle your feet from up there. So your words gave me comfort. Anyway - back to art. Join us!
Many of you may know that my husband, Matthew Kentmann, is an artist. He's holding his fourth solo show on Saturday 5th November.We'd be ever so chuffed if you'd care to join us:loft gallery5 Banyette StreetBowralSaturday 5th November3pmDaytrippers are absolutely welcome.
