New EP Released by Pixie Caps, Featuring My Artwork
I am immensely proud of my sister Frankie Woodhams and her musical partner Gayle Peacock – collectively known as Pixie Caps. They have just released their spell-binding new debut EP, featuring three hauntingly beautiful songs. As a modern folk duo, their voices and their harmonies are perfect and work so well together on songs that will tug at the heart strings and feel contemporary yet feel familiar and traditional.
I was blown away when they asked me to paint the artwork that was to be associated with the release, the album cover, if you like – and it was a real honour.
Please, please PLEASE give the songs a listen on Spotify, Amazon Music and even Youtube OR you can download the EP for yourself for only £3! at bandcamp.com (link below):
Live Video Interview with Express & Star
I was surprised by this interview and it happened whilst I was at The New Art Gallery Walsall doing some demonstrating during the Walsall Society of Artists 74th Annual Exhibition.
Walsall Society of Artists hold 74th annual exhibition – we speak to the soon-to-be chairman and local artist | Express & Star (Click on this link to read the article and watch the interview, which should open automatically, on the interview page)
Pandemic Art – A Feature in ‘The Golovine’
A fantastically written thesis by young academic, Connor Evans. Featuring my original artwork, Unity(?), and its connection with the Covid19 outbreak and aftermath. It was an absolute honour to have my artwork studied in such a thoughtful and professional way.
Pandemic Art – how artists tell the story of COVID-19 – Golovine
A Poem by Alan Woodhams
This brilliant poem by my Dad, Alan Woodhams sees him unleashing his inner Bob Dylan. Both Whitty (pun intended) and sad in equal measure, it pretty much sums up what life was like during those first few months of the Covid19 pandemic.
Coronavirus Lockdown Blues
In boredom I pick up my puzzles again,
But instead of expanding, they’re numbing my brain.
Losing patience, minutes into a simple task.
Hours spent in the shop queue, in my homemade mask.
The rest of the day spent watching the news.
I’ve got the coronavirus lockdown blues.
There’s
nothing to keep me from climbing the walls;
Daytime television, being, the be all to end all.
If I see one more politician, I think I may scream.
I’m shouting insult at the chefs on the screen.
There is no more of my ego left to bruise.
I’ve got the coronavirus lockdown blues.
I’m not allowed to go long distance by car;
At my advanced age, I can’t walk all that far.
Take an Hungarian when you go for a stroll.
No, sorry I meant to say, take a walking pole.
In any event, I’ve worn out my shoes.
I’ve got the coronavirus lockdown blues.
I know, deep in my heart, that I must
Watch the habits of a lifetime crumble to dust.
I couldn’t go for a drink on St. George’s Day.
Even he couldn’t slay dragons from two metres away!
I’m finding, some you don’t win, others you lose.
I’ve got the coronavirus lockdown blues.
In the hope of delaying the journey to heaven,
I’ve re-arranged the caravan holiday in Devon.
I’ve cancelled the train ride alongside the Severn.
I’ve called off the coach trip to Kinlochleven.
Also the long anticipated Mediterranean cruise.
I’ve got the coronavirus lockdown blues.
Hang out with friends, if that suits your head,
Or you can opt for staying at home instead.
But now there are thirty-three thousand dead,
And still countless numbers in hospital beds.
I know which of the two I’m going to choose.
GIVE ME the coronavirus lockdown blues.
From these worldwide shackles there’s no easy escape.
The message is, loud and clear. Stay home. Stay Safe.
Copyright Alan Woodhams 2020