An exhibition of paintings by the artist Nigel Joyce.
I'm an artist, born British, living in Italy for almost 30 years.My art is part of me. I have learnt that I can't not paint. it's become a vocation, my safe port. Maybe it's always been this way. I am a modern man with modern commitments in a time that's not easy for art. I want to make my painting a more solid part of my work, be able to dedicate more time to painting, make it public, have it seen. Costs for exhibiting art are high. It's obvious that if what I do isn't seen it will be difficult that i can dedicate more time and energy to it. So, I'm asking for your help to face the costs of an exhibition. I've found the location, an exhibition space well known to the Milan art world, precisely part of the Basilica of Saint Ambrogio in the center of Milan. The show is planned from the 17th to the 23rd of December 2019. Help me pull this off and get my 'Wild Art' out there. Thank you.
How funds will be used
SPACE RENTAL= 2'000 EURO
CATALOG PRODUCTION-PUBBLICITY MATERIAL= 2'000 EURO
TRANSPORT-SHOW PREP.= 500 EURO
COCKTAIL =500 EURO
The exhibition is being organized by me, Nigel Joyce.
NIGEL ALEC PHILLIP JOYCE
Born in Great Yarmouth (GB) 17.7.69.
Resident of Faggeto Lario, Como, Italy.
Degree (BH.Hons) in Art and Textile Design from Manchester Metropolitan University (GB) 1990.
2017- to today: Painter, freelance textile designer.
2014- to today: Lecturer of Graphics and Design at Institute Marangoni, Milano.
1999 to 2017: Administrator and Creative Director at NewAge s.r.l, Como.
1990 to 2017: Employed/freelance textile designer for Studio D.R., Como and Anteprima Disegni, Como.
Spring 2016 Participation in the collective ‘Animali’ in the Gallery Arianna Sartori, Mantova.
Estate 2016 Participation in the collective ‘Palanzo in Arte’.
Estate 2017 Personal for a night, Ristorante Momi, Blevio.
Estate 2018 Personal in the cultural space ‘Via de Benzi 17’, Torno.
I’m from the Isle of Wight, England.
It’s an important fact.
I grew up wild, with salt water in my blood, in a wild place.
I moved to Italy following my instinct on the day of my 21st birthday, the 17th of July 1990.
I’d already been to Italy skiing during my time at University. I liked it: the sunshine, the food, the fashion and most of all the feeling that here you live surrounded by beauty.
As a boy I was fortunate to grow up surrounded by creatives; my Mother a painter, her Brother a potter and carpenter, my Father’s Brother an illustrator and painter and a Great Uncle an illustrator and painter of success, director of Kingston Art School in London. They inspired and fascinated me. Seeing how they observed the world started me on observing the wilderness around me.
At the end of my first year at Manchester University I risked being thrown off the course. I went back to the Island with an objective; show my lecturers something good enough for them to accept me back in September.
I painted. I tried to capture the wind, the salt, the light. I’d sit on deserted beaches, in woods contorted by the wind, on the tops of the downs and I loved it, not just because I explored the place that I loved once more but because of the physical painting. I’d stay in those places for hours, the images entered in to my soul, I felt all of that beauty in me and me in it and it felt like shining.
During the following summer I went to work in a London textile design studio for the holidays. I lived with the owner and his wife, both Scottish. It was wonderful. During the day I created textiles with new fibres from I.C.I. on a little hand loom. In the evenings we would eat together Italian food. The Scottish couple had a house in Tuscany, Italy. On weekends I’d wonder around the galleries and museums of London. If it had been possible, I’d have slept in the British Museum. The archaeology of ancient Greece and Rome has always fascinated me. I would spend hours in there wondering around the exhibits, the temples, the vases and the sculpture and I would draw.
In my last year at Manchester I took Italian lessons and joined a figure drawing class. For my degree presentation I created a collection of woven and knitted fabrics for menswear inspired by the ancient Italian cultures; Etruria, Magna Grecia, Rome and their patterns and colours. To illustrate the clothing, I painted dressed statues. For my thesis I wrote on the subject of ‘Classical influences in contemporary publicity’.
So, in 1990 away I went. Once in Como I attended an interview in a textile mill, but the offer I received was for a 6-month stage with bed and board but no pay.
The following day was spent thumbing the yellow pages of Como to find a paid job. After some more interviews I found one in a textile design studio. A small place that worked on designs for the famous labels, directed by a great creative who left me free to express my creativity. Great experience. After 18 months I left for a different studio, but I returned to the first 3 times during the years. In 1999 I was offered the creative direction of one of the largest studios in Como. I was there 17 years. I travelled the world with the collection I created. In every city I would tour the museums in winter and seek out the wild beaches in summer. As time went on the design world mutated with the advent of digital design. Design production grew, taste began to become globalized and the markets began to shrink. I had no time for designing and began to suffocate. All I could do was direct.
I started painting in the studio once everyone had left for the night, and the energy returned, flowing down my arms, magic. It saved me.
At Christmas 2016 I reached my decision. By June 2017 I was out of my company, free.
For 6 months I just painted, art therapy. I paint the lake, the wild woods around my house, ancestral animals and men, all with the greys of water dirty with blacks and whites, volumes, shapes and depths and the organic patterns of running acrylic.