Between 1989 and 1995 I went through a period of reflection during which I had quite heavy counselling; the past seemed to have caught up with me and I wasn’t in a good place. At the time I was well known in the press for my artwork and so my counsellor suggested I used my art skills to depict my feelings. Over a period of about a year I sketched at bedtime on bits of paper and the backs of envelopes and this collection is the result. ‘Private Journey’ became the first of three exhibitions I would stage, the second being ‘Journeyman’ and the last being ‘Journey’s End’ in 1995. I haven’t exhibited since. I deliberately haven’t given these sketches a clean up because I prefer them to remain in their raw, organic state.
Through my work over the years with vulnerable adults and children I have often encouraged people to use their creative skills as a way to address some of the pains they have experienced in life and have become a firm advocate of Creative Arts Therapy. As time goes by and I continue to develop my website I will, at some point, come round to uploading the other two exhibitions as (like Private Journey) they are a major part of my biography. Meanwhile if you would like to see this collection please click on either the link below or the one above x
With retirement looming it’s been really nice to have quite a lot of interest in my artwork (from around the world); having been a freelance artist for about 35 years I’ve always known I would never starve as long as I can use a pencil. Although I’m hoping (at some point) to upload all of my artwork here on my website much of my new art (for now) goes directly onto my Twitter account because of the ‘Arty’ connections on there. If you’re one of my Arty-type readers and want to see new art as it happens please feel free to join me on Twitter @AlanDDixon (or just type in Spailpinfanac into the Twitter browser). Meanwhile here’s a few pix to brighten your day x
Life has had it’s ups and downs. When I have down days one of my strategies is to count my blessings and one of my most cherished blessings is my family. This picture shows just a few of my Motley Crew and just looking at a picture like this lifts my mood and gives me the strength to face anything. Although I woke up feeling quite low today I’m feeling better already.
I spent years searching for him and wasn't disappointed when I finally did.It was like finding a piece of my own life's jigsaw that made sense of the whole messy picture. Charismatic and funny he took away a lot of the heartache I had carried around through not knowing what I desperately needed to know; strangely his need to tell me was as strong as my need to listen to his every word. Before I met him he was my father's brother - the father who for fifty years I had mentally castigated and crucified for the disgraceful way he had treated his family. When I left - my father became Dad, a man who I could look up to and be proud to be called his son: and my Dad's brother became my uncle. My only uncle. Uncle Trevor. Someone who to me was almost like an older twin brother. I was blessed to have spent time with my Uncle Trevor and loved our similarities - the cheekiness of his facial expressions, his sense of humour, his broad accent. When I walked into his home he almost collapsed thinking I was my Dad screaming 'Bloody hell it's Charlie!'. When he realised I wasn't we both fell about. I will be at his service on Friday in Geordieland, tucked quietly away somewhere among the gathered. It will be a flying visit for me, such is life, not just to pay my respects. But also to say thank you (with love x).
I’ve finally uploaded 120 of my (J.L.) cartoon strips and decided to leave that project alone for a while; there are many more but I want to look at what else is in my art collection to showcase a bit of diversity’
Pushing 60 I get the feeling that my rock and roll days may now be fond memories of the past and so I’m needing to focus on what I can feasibly do with myself in the future. Just digging through my back catalogue of art has been very inspirational, so much so that readers may see my website change to become a bit more Arty through the year; and without giving too much away I have to say I’ve begun sharpening my pencil because sometimes I get the feeling I know where I’m going.