Next Stop: Leeds!

I’m really pleased to share the news that some of my work will be featured as part of the Venice Vending Machine 8 at Art Hostel in Leeds tomorrow and Friday. This new exhibition is curated by Marina Moreno in conjunction with Seeding Art Currency curated by Janine Sykes, and supported by East Street Arts.

Although this is a new exhibition it’s not something I’ve had to submit work for. The unique nature of the Venice Vending Machine Exhibition means that the vending machine contains some artworks previously available at the Tate in Liverpool in July. Some of my artworks shown there went to new owners but I have no idea how many; that’s the beauty of the vending machine concept.

It’s like a lucky dip of arts and artists. It seeks to present and promote emerging and already established artists during prestigious art events, whilst reflecting and opening a dialogue with the audience about the value of art in our society.  It’s essentially a conceptual live-art installation cleverly conceived and created by Venetian artist Marina Moreno back in the summer of 2010.

My whole collection Do Snails Believe in Reincarnation? was available in Liverpool and some is now available at Leeds. The Venice Vending Machine is a project that travels to prominent artistic sites worldwide responding each time to a different theme, determined by the place where it exhibits whilst growing as an international union of artists and reputation. Who knows where it will end up next? Being part of such an exciting adventure is about embracing chance as my art steps out into the unknown.

These snails started, and ended, their lives in my garden. As artworks they first travelled to Workers Gallery in Ynyshir for a brief showing, before now travelling the world. It tickles me to think that my reincarnated snails are living a life as art far beyond their original geographical locations.

Thinking of the Workers Gallery. Don’t forget to join me on Friday for my next residency. Read all about that HERE.



Finders Keepers 7

Goodbye Melanie Ezra, Hello Melanie Honebone

A little while ago I got married and yes, I have decided to change my name to that of my husband.* So as you can imagine, I’m changing a few things in my life in order to move forward. I might always be Melanie Ezra to you but I am very definitely Melanie Honebone to me.

Naturally I have a few outstanding engagements as Melanie Ezra which I’m more than happy to embrace. The final outing that I will have under my old name will be with The Workers Gallery in the Rhondda. I’ll be in residence at the end of this month creating some new work under my old name. I’ll also be delivering some new work under my new name… I think! Let’s face it, I’m still me doing me-type things regardless.

The paradox of identity is not the topic I’ll be discussing in my work at the gallery, although I’m more than willing to make you a cuppa and have a chat with you about what it could mean. As my own narrative is changing, I’m developing my agenda for the day around Ten Little Stories. 

Stories are always with us. From when we are small we tell ourselves tales and write narratives for others to make sense of our lives. The best stories are from memories, shared experiences imagined as pictures in our minds. They are told as anecdotes to friends who ‘should have been there’ and shared with smiles socially amongst those who were.

On November 30th in the Worker’s Gallery will be Ten Little Stories told through repurposed photographs in tiny book form. My story here is in making these tiny tales. Your story might be finding them in the gallery, hidden amongst the art of others. What tales do they tell? Can you find them all?

Tell me a story, your story, any story – in pictures or in words. Join me. and say goodbye to Melanie Ezra and hello to Melanie Honebone. I’ll be at the gallery 11am til 4:30pm

The Workers Gallery
99 Ynyshir Road
CF39 0EN

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*Because together we’re a really strong team, a strong brand, and what would make you assume that Ezra was my maiden name anyway?