I am a big fan of drawing. Mainly because, unlike contemporary art, it requires some actual talent, rather than the ability to line up a couple of old wardrobes and call it an investigation of the juxtaposition of just how far the artist's head is up their own arse while simultaneously interrogating the narrative of how to con £30k off the tax-payer for producing a load of meaningless toss. Ahem. I hope I make my feelings clear.
Drawing, on the other hand, requires some of that unfashionable, slightly non-politically correct quality, actual talent. Also, I like made-up drawings, as supposed to life-drawings or landscape drawings, because they tell you something about what goes on in the artist's head, not just what's in front of their eyes. Sometimes these are things which people might not wish, or be able, to express in words. Being a human is often confusing, and one feels oneself subject to lots of half-verbalised thoughts and feelings, and in my opinion it is the job of art to try and communicate, and maybe put a shape to these. Which is why I particularly liked this picture, above, in which the fish are bigger than the boat, and you wonder who's going to end up eating who. This is exactly how I feel, in the current economic circumstances.
When a picture expresses something you feel, you feel a slight sense of relief. Sometimes this is as simple as looking at a picture and going 'aha, they too have wolves that wear hats'. And then you feel ever so slightly less insane. This is why it is important to look at art which is produced by the people around you, as well as the famous stuff in big galleries. Because it gives you some clue as to what people are thinking. Also, you can afford to own it yourself, and it looks nice on the wall. In general, I have to say I thought the prices were exceedingly reasonable, and you can pick up some one-off items for less than a tenner.
What's more, it's really nice to see something individual and local for sale in a bit of the city centre which mostly sells over-priced, uninteresting luxury goods.
So what I'm trying to say is, nip down to Drawn in Bristol, it's in Quakers Friars (that's the posh bit next to Cabot Circus, fellow oiks) for three weeks, it's all produced by local artists, and there's loads of those lovely things on show; imagination and talent. However, being a bunch of artists, they have forgotten to put their opening hours on their website, but I am reliably informed that it is open every day, till 8pm weekdays and 5pm Sundays.