The Violet Crab at DRAF - part 2

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

Drilling, hammering, a vacuum cleaner, no swearing except from me - sorry. I spend too much time alone.

I'm drawing the setting up of The Violet Crab at the David Roberts Art Foundation in Camden, a cabaret-themed exhibition designed and directed by Than Hussein Clark.

Sometimes I'm depicting other people's works here. Not copying but interpreting, as part of an established tradition - e.g. Zoffany's The Tribuna at the Uffizi.

Aristocrats on the Grand Tour are airing their aesthetic credentials. Zoffany has rearranged the works and imported others to suit his composition.

And I'll be drawing the opening night while I sit on stage as part of the cabaret. Help, I need something to hold my drawing clobber.

I go up Portobello Road. A battle-hardened sewing table says hello, where have you been? There is a tilth of rusty pins under its flowery lining. I buy some casters which allow it to make a self-important, fussy trundling noise on the hard gallery floor.  

Ayumi LaNoire performs an hypnotic dance of love and rejection on the golden pole designed by Than, the best she has ever used, she says. Tojan Thomas Browne and Taylor Yates dance as crabs in fake leopard.

The show is about colour.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold. 

More pictures if you scroll down, and in the previous blog post.