Artist Focus - Caroline McManus

Another manic monday. It was last year on the 11th August I first met Caroline and as usual I had overdone my meetings for the day and was running late. I wanted to see 3 artists in the mill, Caroline wasn't one of them.

In a rural mill in Mosley on the 4th floor, the dark corrugated metal lined corridors had a mad max feel to them. Each of the padlocked doors a route to another world of light and colour.
I had come to see Chris Cyprus but found that he shared a studio with Caroline. In this mill in particular everyone had gone to great lengths to personalise the space around them. Luxuries like rugs, carpet and sofas were commonplace and so walking from the corridor was like stepping off the plane at your holiday destination when you walk into a wall of heat.

We made our greetings, I accepted the obligatory cup of tea and sat on a stool in the section where they both work. The studio was one of the better ones. The highly sought after corner units where you get two sides of windows that fill the space with light. The studio itself was an impressive example of artists ingenuity in furnishing a space in the most functional, cost effective but homely way.

Caroline sat and chatted with us as I asked Chris about his work and told him of my plans for the gallery of dreams. Chris was a nice guy but ultimately sceptical about what a gallery could do for him. I come across people like that every now and again who think they can do a better job of selling their own work. The truth is that all the well know artists in the country have only been able to achieve long term success through a network of established galleries.

After looking through Chris's work I was intrigued by what Caroline was painting. I find out Caroline is an art teacher and she paints in her spare time wherever she can. Chris is full time, it is largely his studio and Caroline merely makes cameo appearances. For this reason, and in this space, I didn't take her as seriously as I do now. Lesson learned.

They had sensibly sectioned off a small gallery area and Caroline's work was leant against the wall. When I saw Carolines Work I liken it to a humble X Factor contestant giving their first performance. All the evidence would suggest an uninspiring performance where Simon Cowel would lambast the mediocrity of it all. In truth it was a moment where in a couple of seconds it was clear she had serious talent, blasting out an operatic performance that makes you gasp.

The colours hit me as if I had chomped down on a piece of lemon. Sharp, bold and confident. I looked at a large painting of a cow in a bright, almost flourescent green background. I loved it immediately and knew that others would feel the same.

Cows have always held a fascination for her. Their large lumbering forms and inquisitive nature is something she loves to photograph when she is out walking around Saddleworth. She told me she likes to think of food when she paints. Some of them are flavours of ice cream and some are fruity. She had some portraits too and we are now looking at bringing some of these into her collection displayed at mooch.


Since this meeting Caroline has become a best selling artist and her confidence has increased. People love her work and when they have one, they just want to buy another. Her work has universal appeal and always makes people smile. I can imagine people buying her paintings of cows in India where they are sacred or in Argentina where they just like cows for another reason.

Caroline delivered another 5 pieces a few days ago for the current exhibition. They look the business.

Artist focus - Malcolm Croft

I met him 20 minutes late. I had been waiting at the opposite entrance to the mill feeling like a bit of a lemon. The security guard was eyeing me suspiciously, trying to suss out whether I was up to no good.
Malcolm came round the corner and said he had been waiting at the other entrance. We both apologized, an innocent mistake. We climbed the 4 flights to the studio floor of Vernon mill in stockport. I have been to dozens of old textile mills in the northwest but Vernon mill is in better shape than most. They all have a smell that is unique to old industrial buildings. Its kind of a fusty old wood/oily smell that I really enjoy in the same way I kind of like the smell of petrol (in small doses).
On the 4th floor the artists have all made an effort to display their work on the corridor walls. It all looked okay but I was here to see the work from one man alone.
Malcolm unlocked the padlock and led me into his small windowless studio. He brewed a cup of tea and we made small talk.
He is relatively new to painting and briefly tells me his story of how he was knocked of his bike 13 years ago and that left him with chronic back pain. It made him housebound and he had to give up his job as a freelance press photographer. With no formal training he realised he had a natural talent.
We talk through the paintings that are vivid and bright. With no natural light the studio doesn't feel that much worse for it. His paintings are all set within a window frame like wooden surround. Who needs windows anyway, Malcolm's view on the world is what he makes it.
He is frank and open, for someone who has only exhibited professionally for a couple of years he is remarkably clued up on the art industry. Despite what I first thought, he isn't an accidental artist and he is well aware of the pitfalls of the art industry.
His work is bold, simple but carefully considered. He uses oils and thickly applies them in technicolour. It's all still life and is a reflection of his role as a house husband. The table with pot of tea and plates set references family life. The table is set, the daily ritual about to commence. The coffee pot and lemon links to a sunday morning relaxing with the paper. With hints of Van Gogh the simplicity of his work is something that is homely, family oriented and in many ways comforting. Many of the objects are retrospective. The cornishware and coffeepot are memories from Malcolm's childhood in the 70s. For Malcolm these objects from his childhood evoke feelings of strong family bonds, a comforting and homely environment.
Meeting Malcolm is a good experience and he is a very easy guy to get along with. There is no unease, no pauses in conversation and no bullshit. There is an underlying confidence that says, "This is what I do, like it or not". His work comes from within and is very personal so when I met him for the 1st time commissions seemed impossible. He has since found that he can still find his own meaning in a commission.
I left the mill having been there about an hour longer than I intended. My car was ready and I was late for opening the gallery but I felt it was time well spent. If nothing else I've got a new respect for cars when cycling on the road.