JULY EXHIBITION - COWES & GURNARD OPEN ART EXHIBITION 2024

Hello there, hope this finds you well :)

Very honoured to be part of a group exhibition at Gurnard Village Hall from this Friday. I’m part of the first weekends exhibition with some amazing Island artists.

I will be bringing some original pieces and limited edition prints in an variety of subjects. Some classic pieces of mine and some new.

Please share this email with anyone who you think will like this and I look forward to seeing you.

There are some books that have been placed at an array of venues over the island with an example of each participants artworks and further information inside. If you would like one. Please contact me and I will send you a PDF or direct you to where you can get one.

Hope to see you.

Harriet :)

‘Lilies on Black’ by Harriet Hue

Development of the Linear Wave

On the release of the two new paintings in this genre, I thought it would be good to have a look visually at the steady progression of this series over time.

Working in a gallery I often get asked what were the artist thoughts behind their creations. So I thought it important to open up this side of myself.

If any of you don’t know, I live on the Isle of Wight, a small island, south of the UK. Inspired by where I live, I wanted to celebrate one of the rare moments I get to experience when I’m not in the studio or the Gallery.

Moments I long for, standing alone with my feet in the waters, looking out towards the endless horizon. No phones, no people. Just the vast ocean in front of me.

Every time I stand there I see new colours, new tones, new Skys. I never get tired of wanting to try and capture this in a new way.

The lines are ripples or waves, colour and light drifting next to or over each other. But as you stand back they become uniform and serene. A patchwork of blues. Perhaps life has a structure or science behind it? Emulating the concept of the ‘Golden Ratio’ in creation.

Sometimes I’m drawn to larger puddles of colour and then often small more intricate tonal lines with hidden hues barely visible. But all these details have become more and more refined and the details tightened over time with every painting.

I have a thousand ideas of where I want to take this idea. The struggle is to filter which ones to listen to and which ones to ignore. :)

Till next time.

Harriet Hue 2024

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Portraiture

From an early age I was drawn to paintings or sculptures of faces and figures. Every other year or so I paint my own self portrait’s to see how my style has developed. Usually in oils but on rare occasions using digital painting software. Technology these past few years has moved on in strides. Most artists usually use their own face as reference. One always has one’s face available doesn’t one!

My most recent self portraits have turned abstract. Taken on a more narrative element rather than a recognisable and accurate one. I will show these another day. But the first image is my last self portrait that does hold recognisable features. Still, as I was painting it, I decided to play with the details to morph into a more illustrative depiction. The more I did this, the more I liked it. Probably a reflection of me wanting to ignore the passage of time and what it has done to my face. I created a level of delusion that is more playful. Was this right to do? I’m actually torn as I know the most amazing faces are those with character.

But I went with this idea and this then led to me letting go completely and decided to show me in story form. As I said earlier, I will show these soon.

And more importantly I practice self portraits to ensure I’m always ready and at the right level to take on the highest honour an artist can have, a commission to paint someone’s loved one. Usually a loved one who has passed.

This part of being a painter, no one had prepared me for. I spend time with the family, finding out all about the them. This is a valuable and always painful but essential part to creating their last image. When painting I usually cry and always talk to them myself throughout the process. The honour bestowed on me is one I hold high above all else.

An honour I have had many times and will never take for granted.

Thank you to those families involved.

Time

Time is something I seem to lack more and more as I get older. I remember my Nan telling me off for saying I’m bored. I would give anything now to be bored. Plus I would give anything to have time with her again. Now I understand why she was so sharp with me. It’s a blessing to be bored. As a child you feel like you have all the time in the world.

Oh to have time.

Now time to me has become a precious commodity. Something I am always in desperate need of. Time with my family, time to paint, time to even tidy the house. Let alone fix the broken tiles on my kitchen floor.

Recently I had a meeting through the IW Creative Network which I joined a few months ago. A ‘121’ creative advice session with the lovely Alys.

Two hours well spent. And ‘time’, for me, was definitely the topic that was lacking.

How to organise ones time to enable the creation of all that I want to achieve? Probably sounds so easy as a concept right? As an artist, you just want to create good art right?

Anyway, how to organise my ‘time’ is my homework.

Well I’ve managed to write a new BLOG post. Only took me a year. Also I got to go to an amazing show at the Royal Albert Hall and walk around the National Portrait Gallery (My favourite place in the world). Eat at a Anime style restaurant and spend some much needed quality time with my daughter.

So something is working :)


Until next time…



Saying goodbye

So I never wanted to write this. But last year we lost David.

Still don’t want to talk about it really but I don’t think anyone reads my blog anyway so this really is just for me.

Within a few days of his passing I disappeared into the studio. I decided to paint him. Almost a spiritual grieving process that I can’t describe. How I managed to finish this and to a level I’m so proud of I will never know. I think I spoke to him and cried the entire time.

I am angry at myself because I wanted to do this before his passing. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me and to say thank you for welcoming me into his family and treating me as one of his own. But through his illness I kept thinking if I did paint him, I would have to accept what was happening.

I was highly honoured to be able to give this to my mother in law, Anne. Couldn’t show it to her for a long while though as of course it was too painful for her. And then the guilt of making her hurt even more with something I had created was horrible. Was it the right thing? I don’t know.

I think he would have liked it.