I've just tuned in, as I often do, to John Pindar's notes to the milkman blog and, by doing so, discovered a fantastic new blog to follow.  New to me, I mean.  As in the title above, it's Image Object Text and it's choc full of exhibition reviews, of the sort of event I wish I'd visited. 

I'm olympic class at missing exhibitions I meant to see, though occasionally I dip below my own high standard and catch one on the last day, with an hour or two to closing time, and from time to time I go so early in the lifetime of a show that I could (and mean to) go again at a later date.  Though I almost certainly won't.  A regular visit to London to see all the exhibitions is never going to happen, unless I learn to plan ahead and get me cheap travel, so for now I shall console myself for my general inability by reading Image Object Text.  I'll try not to go there too often, so that when I do make a visit I can gorge myself on the goodies offered. 

Our current exhibition of prints and bookarts from Hot Bed Press has moved from the workshop to the gallery above Turners Art Shop in Stockport, and had its opening today, so I went to see the space.  I took Emma with me and, after following an intricate knotwork of roads hither and yon and 'we've been this way before, surely' (no excuse, we didn't even look up the address before we set off), we finally reached our destination.  On Wellington Road, for those who don't fancy a mystery tour en route, though the address really was only a part of our problems. 

It was a rather lovely little room - much lighter than you might have expected from outside the shop - and with some amazing paintings on the wall, discovered, I believe, as the years were being peeled back.  Pitted and scarred, they were once apparently decoration for a dining room.  Now they exude a real sense of exotic mystery that is only increased by their 'distressed' state.

I can't really say a lot about the exhibition, in that I know all the work pretty well already.  I like it, and the printmakers involved are all namechecked on the poster.  For the record, Emma fell in love with Jane Elliot's tree houses and will doubtless end up with one of her prints sooner rather than later.