Rest my chemistry

Hey Folks. 

I am going to do something I haven't done in a while. I am simply going to share a bit of Interpol doing what they do best. Cheering me up and bringing the tunes. Here they are live on KEXP.

Until next week, you know what to do - keep fighting!

And if you are from the USA make a plan to vote in the midterms, vote early if you can, and if you are living abroad, get your ballot in the post as soon as possible!

Totally Rad (you are)

totally rad (you are)

Oh hello there, you'll be happy to know I am on the mend from the wee lurgy. My health has now thankfully returned to mostly normal. 

I have been learning and practicing Qi Gong since June and I am really thankful for what I am learning and how I have been aided by the practice so far. I think it helped me recover from this virus a bit faster. Or maybe it just comforted me while I recovered. I have always been a Yoga person but Qi Gong seems to support me in a different way and I always love learning new things. There's room for both in my life. 

I can't believe we are already nearing the end of September. It was 12 years ago tomorrow on the 26th that I arrived in Scotland for this grand experiment. 

This also means, it's coming to the end of my featured September series. This month, I took a look into my archive of available small works and shared, Weathered. A series of original paintings on rough edged canvas embracing the worn, beautifully broken, and silent. These wee pieces also feature a bit of an autumnal chill - dramatic, sweeping, and abstract yet still of the land and sea and the space between. 

Take a moment to enjoy and purchase these works before the end of the month, as a different series will take the stage in October. 

Weathered 

Until next week, keep fighting (especially like this total badass)! 

With love and gratitude,
Megan 

My lungs are sad

I am wearing the worst jeans on the planet. You will never see me in public in these jeans. I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I will donate these awful things soon. 

I am recovering from being ill this week. You know what that does to my mind... it runs roughshod over me highlighting every fear, weakness, and every regret and mistake I have ever made. Such a bullshit thing for my brain to do when I am already down.

I watch a replay of World News Tonight with David Muir and then think "well, that wasn't good for my immune system." I turn to social media for a break where I am then sold a million optimisations for my kind of brain alongside celebrity gossip and random shit for the outraged and perimenopausal. 

How's your week going? I painted a picture of my inflamed lungs but you aren't going to see it - just like these fucking hideous jeans... 

I love you. I miss you. 

I remember it all

studio morning

Weathered
Mixed Media on Canvas
10 x 10 cm (3.94 x 3.94 in)
© 2024 Megan Chapman
Sold

The Storm
Mixed Media on Canvas
6.5 x 12.5 cm (2.56 x 4.92 in)
© 2024 Megan Chapman

Fielding
Mixed Media on Canvas
13.99 x 11 cm (5.51 x 4.33 in)
© 2024 Megan Chapman

Departure
Mixed Media on Canvas
15 x 15.5 cm (5.91 x 6.1 in)
© 2024 Megan Chapman

Aground
Mixed Media on Canvas
8.89 x 12.5 cm
© 2024 Megan Chapman

A coldness
Mixed Media on Canvas
12.7 x 12.7 cm (5.0 x 5.0 in)
© 2024 Megan Chapman

This week was pretty full on and I am weary. Until next week, enjoy the September Series and keep fighting.

X.

Weathered

And then there were five

A friend of mine noticed that last Friday my blog was published before 9:30 in the morning thanks to the excitement of the new Interpol album (incidentally that post was also analytically quite popular thanks to the topic). Here we are this week and it's 3:30 in the afternoon as I finally get started, though I have been thinking about my blog for hours. 

Some of you lovely readers may have also noticed that during the past week (partially fuelled by the Interpol's new music, I'm sure) that I launched a new wee project and have been communicating more on my social media channels than usual in response. 

In other words, it's September and it's all kicking off. 

If you haven't already seen it, let me introduce you to Megan Chapman's Postbox Originals: Accessible art through your letterbox. A curated series of small original paintings on rough edged canvas embracing the worn, beautifully broken, and silent.

This month's series in celebration of my 12 years in Scotland is geared towards my UK collectors old and new and is called, "Weathered" and features six small works. Each original painting on unstretched canvas is £55 and that includes p&p with insurance and tracking. The title piece of the series sold straight away to a lovely repeat collector here in Scotland. 

Think of this series and project as a reintroduction, a thank you, and a statement in alignment with my values and desires for my art and community. I have missed this and you.

If you don't already follow me on the socials give me a follow and you can see how I have been writing about this series each day on Instagram or Facebook. This work is all I am going to focus on this month. You can view and purchase the series here.

Fielding
mixed media on unstretched canvas
13.99 x 11 cm (5.51 x 4.33 in)
© 2024 Megan Chapman

Thanks for stopping by the Friday Studio Blog and for your continued support. 

Let's keep fighting.

a strange gift to care

a coldness, mixed media on canvas, 2024 © Megan Chapman

Interpol released a new album at around 6 am my time and I was there listening in the dark of morning. A 54 year old grown-ass woman, transfixed. 

I was transported to my childhood bedroom - where I was again listening to a new record. First side, any repeats? Play those a few more times, get to know them. Then flip it and find a gem or two and then flip it back and listen again. Find the grooves - the patterns and paths inside the music. Get lost in the story of the lyrics on the sleeve, and then the visuals. Usually, I would favour one side over the other and then after a week or so things would come together and I would have a complete picture of the new album. 

Like a detective looking for clues, it was an embodied experience - intense musical frisson. I am grateful to be so completely entranced by sound. 

I have already found my first repeater of the day on Interpol's new album, This Mirror Weighs a Ton. Wounded Soldier plays over and over on my big head phones. The vocal's edge, the lyrics and rhythm pull me along and keep me hooked.

I have written about Interpol and what their music means to me and my art, and how it has shown up in my life throughout the 19 years of this blog. It's a wonderful and strange gift to care so much about this band. 

On this perfect grey and rainy morning, I put sugar in my tea in celebration.

What do these shapes mean

This week saw a return to business as usual after the delightful visit from my neice. I returned to my studio routine and my job. 

I did still manage a bit of fun last weekend. I enjoyed a coffee meet up and some hyper local charity shopping with a pal last Saturday and then on Sunday another pal and I went to see the Phoebe Anna Traquair Murals. We also popped into a few other fringe art offerings, a lovely cafe, and a graveyard - so that's a great time in my book! I have seen the murals several times now but it was a treat to take our time and to really look at them. 

I painted a small painting (above). It is odd but has something I like about it. It doesn't exactly sit in the small series I have been working on but that's okay. 

I also finished a book I picked up in our local charity bookshop while browsing last week. I really enjoyed Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro. I see it has been made into a film. I watched the trailer after I finished the book and I am glad I read the book first. I will definitely read more of Ishiguro's work. I am unsure how I missed him all these years - after all he wrote The Remains of the Day. Klara and the Sun is beautiful, moving, and very timely. 

Things cross your path when they are meant to I guess. 

That's all I have for you just now as I have a busy day ahead tomorrow. 

I hope you are well, happy, and inspired wherever you are. And if not, tomorrow is another day. Keep fighting!