Exhibiting Press

I am showing three pieces at the Thumbprint Gallery in a week-July 5th for a group show fittingly entitled 'Nightmares and Dreamscapes'-I'll post full details closer to the show date, but you can also see them by clicking the poster link.

I also had word that I am featured in a forthcoming catalog, called 'The Big Book of Contemporary Illustration' compiled by Martin Dawber. Although its not scheduled for release until September, Its available to preorder HERE.

Buzz of the Hive-picture post of David Gough at the Hive Gallery

This months procession of busy Bee's at the Hive, gleaned from the local honey pot ( and I promise that shall be my final perfunctory pun) some stellar inclusions from some rising stars, some exceptional musical interludes and a good old fashioned chat with friends-old and new. As is customary, it's all relayed to you through my trustee digi-cam.

Getting it out of the way first, the obligatory 'serious' artist shot, standing before Sacramenstrual.








Before the several hundred marched in through the door, I took advantage of the quietude, to fire off some shots of the rooms.


The silence didn't last long, broken by a performance from an exquisitely lovely musician, who accompanied her ethereal vocals with what looked upon first inspection to be a Toy Piano, but I've discovered is called a Schoenhut. Eliza Rickman, held both my wife and I captivated throughout her enchanting set and long into the journey back to San Diego, with her six song EP. Suffice to say, 'tis a rare thing to see a star in the making, but we were honored to see her perform, and I shall be writing a full blog post on her and her work soon.

As I have stated on former occasions, one of the keynote pleasures at group events, is the cameraderie one gets from meeting other artists. One such kinship, came meeting one of the artists in residence there-Paul Torres-an artist whose work I have admired at subsequent showings, but who I hadn't the pleasure of meeting until last evening. I am told that Paul was producing Pop Surrealist work, long before it had been tagged as such, and on evidence of his extensive body of works,I have no reason to doubt it. Again, I shall be dedicating a post entirely to his exceptional collection soon.

No its not a poor mans Al Pacino, it is the master-Lance Richlin, who was gracious enough to share some of his method-and when the time presents itself-has promised to give me a live demonstration. See what I had to say about his work Here.

Finally, the evening would not be as special without the support and encouragement from the people who show genuine interest in my work, and are generous and interested enough to let me wank on about my ideas-a substantial Thank you to everyone who attended, a tip of the hat to all of the above, and a special thank you as always to ringleader Nathan Cartwright,the lovely Julie and all the other faces behind the curtain, and his wonderful sideshow.

David Gough premiers new painting, at the Hive gallery LA

Tonight I am showing at the LA based Hive again, where I am premiering my newest piece-Sacramenstrual. Doors open at 8pm until 12.30am, its $8 at the door/ $5 for those dressed in Black and Yellow, and what you will see is the finest mix of contemporary art from up and comings on the West Coast. There's also live music, DJ and burlesque. Show runs June 6th-27th, I can't think of a better way for you to spend your Saturday night.

729 S. Spring Street, Los Angeles, CA 90014

David Gough Interview with Lip magazine

They call Memorial day a Bank Holiday back home-I imagine because all of the Banks are closed. Our Memorial day weekend was spent on the banks of Sequoia National Park-beautiful, epic, middle earth, vistas of the type that would have had Turner chomping at the easel to paint. I didn't quite go that route,but I did, take a gazillion photo's, and shall be sharing some of the better ones in my next post.



What I can show you, is a rather lovely article featuring the interview I did with the wonderfully esoteric Lip magazine , a snippet of which is reproduced below;

Adam- no wonder your addicted. So where does your inspiration come from. your art seems to have a darkness to it. please elaborate on the source

David- I was raised an Irish Catholic, and from the moment you were born-through church services, through school assembly, through prayer-you were reminded that a personal plot awaits you in the depths of eternal hellfire, lest you repent. Your own, miserable death is bandied continually, before you even have a chance to truly live, or have any understanding over what life is and has to offer. Meanwhile, family members and friends were keeling over left and right, succumbing to cancer or some ghastly end, whilst we had the whole sectarian thing going on with the IRA bombings. Growing up at the time, it all seemed perfectly normal, but I imagine that it culminated in a foundation of darkness that probably informs much of my work. Plus there’s nothing darker than the effigies of a limp, bloodied,dying christ, hanging like veal from the cross every Sunday- images like that leave an imprint on a child...

READ FULL ARTICLE HERE

Thanks to Adam Kupatris, who did a sterling job.

Artifact-In Retrospect One

I've been sorting through some old backup disks, and I found some things from over a decade ago, and being a generous sort, I thought it might be quite nice to share a variety of work and photographs, and the memories they stir, with you all. So I guess if you are interested in seeing where I was and what I was doing a little over ten years ago, read on.

Around thirteen years ago, I had a little studio on Market street in Birkenhead called New Age comics. Being modest, I thought I was going to be bigger than Neil Gaiman, writing and producing my own comic books.
The area was being revitalized as an arts quarter, and I remember that my studio was next door to some multi media exponent. I never quite figured out what it was they did, other than a penchant for illegal substances.

One night, the local council threw a big shin-dig, and invited a bunch of cronies over to review there investments, and whilst I had wine and Phillip Glass playing, my neighbours had a rave-all flashing lights and banks of make shift monitors showing bad 3d. I was greatly amused to see these old ladies and men in tweed jackets, horrified by the coked out throng in there.

I also remember some artist with another studio,who had crocheted a huge vagina at entrance of the door.
What a shame I don't have pictures of that.

In the foreground are copies of the first issue of Post Mortimer which I self published. I've no idea how I scratched a living, probably bits of graphics and such, but I think I had around 200 copies made, which I managed to sell out on. It garnered some great review's in Comics world etc, and luminaries like Al Davison and Steve Bissette contacted me to tell me how much they loved it. The paintings you see on the wall were enlarged frames from the comic-sort of Lichtenstienesque I guess.


The first issues cover, which was fairly confrontational for a front cover at the time. It came from a dream I'd had were all the babies had been born with a congenital absence of eyelids, and I wrote the nightmare into the protagonists story. The tale was about an ageing mortician called Mortimer with a fear of his own mortality, and an unnaturally unrequited yearning for one of his corpses. I called it Post Modernist techno angst in a cardigan.What a pretentious tosser I was.

The second issue cover, and the issue that broke me. I did another 200 run of the first issue, and had 500 of these printed. I also tried to make it regular comic book format, little realising that what made the first one stand out (other than its scary cover) was its odd size. Still, its better than the first issue, and though it didn't sell as well as the first, the plaudits kept coming so I battled on to finish the third and final issue.

Unfortunately, the rent was killing me, and I had to move to a new location-a shared space with a band and a dance troupe.The drawing above is a view out of the window. Very entertaining, but not conjusive to business, because I wasn't as visible anymore. In the end I conceded to get a proper job-such is life. I'd still love to publish all three issues into a graphic novel someday.
Below are some never before seen pages from the third issue...





Below is a picture taken a week before I moved out of the studio, taken by photographer and my best friend at the time John Liddy. I look about twelve, and I was pretty stressed that day and perturbed because he'd turned up unannounced, just to snap some shots. John was bisexual and I guess he had a bit of a thing for me. It was cool, we were still best friends, Afterward's, we went to the Copperfield pub across the road and had a blazing row about something. It was one of the last times I saw him, because pretty soon afterward, he had a massive heart attack and died.


Beneath are the two self portraits I did around the time of his death. Things were going badly during my first marriage, and I would get tanked up on Southern Comfort and lemonade, and whatever else I could get my hands on-I think I was on peroxetine which is an anti depressant too. Looking at them now, the images are fairly visceral and filled with self loathing, but I really like the abandoned way I threw the paint on.
You can't tell from the scan,but the first one has a bunch of journal pages I'd ripped up and pasted to the canvas before painting over them. The rest of my journals I burned in a midnight BBQ


At weekends, I'd to take long introspective walks on Bidston Hill, which was close to were I lived, and one hot summer some kids had set fire to the brush there, and one particular Sunday, I was taken with how much the landscape seemed to reflect my inner turmoil perfectly. 'Disposition on the Hill' was the result.

Meanwhile, because of the cocktail of substances I was using at the time and my own mortal unrequited yearnings for someone, I painted these two fragile musings called 'The Liar' and 'The Lover'.


Finally, throughout my life, I've always kept sketchbooks, a majority of which sit collecting dust in my mothers attic, but the pages overflow with visual snapshots, be it of my kids asleep, family visits or my surrealist renderings of the time.
I hope you've enjoyed my little retread through my past, and perhaps one day I'll post some more.

Pretty Death- article about David Gough on Metblog, by Victoria Lane

I had the extraordinary fortune of being featured on the exquisitely, enchanting Victoria Lane's Metblog this weekend:
http://la.metblogs.com/2009/04/24/david-gough-at-the-hive/

Victoria Lane-an avatar of the kind of Hollywood, classy cool with a capital K, so sorely missing amongst your 'Lindsey-style-starlets-of-that-ilk' these days-is a stalwart from my live journal days.
I have the honor of being counted as her friend.

She describes my work as:
"pretty death on the prowl or life’s inevitable darkness romanticized..."

I think its one of the best thing 'someone' has ever said about me.

I could recite it for you verbatim, but its probably better that you read it for yourself.

Its Showtime...

Just enough time this morning, to tell you that I shall be displaying my wares for the next two days over at the Little Italy Arts Walk, in downtown San Diego.Directions Here http://www.missionfederalartwalk.org/directions.htm

You can find my Booth at:
2100 Kettner Blvd.
San Diego, CA 92101
(In the front of Pacific Rent A Car, one block West of Starbucks)

Hope to see you there.