IT’S a big night in the Alpujarras. The Artists’ Network Alpujarra is holding its first exhibition in the village of Tablones, a couple of benighted kilometres from Orgiva. The event fills the Las Torcas building, next door to the ITV centre – the Spanish equivalent of the MoT. Enterprising types can have their car tested and visit the exhibition in one epic move. I settle for one out of two . . .
The Friday-morning art group of which I am a member has entered an exhibit – a series of acetate panels coloured with alcohol inks. We’ve all contributed to this evolutionary piece. I’ve just realised, while typing this, that it doesn’t have a name. Perhaps it was meant to be.
I’m dead chuffed because it’s the first work I’ve had on show since a pencil drawing of Marc Bolan was given pride of place on the staircase outside the school music room. Some bugger stole it, would you believe? That was forty-five years ago. Not that I harbour a grudge.
Hundreds of people have turned out for the exhibition – and the organic champagne and tapas. It’s an opportunity to view the work of others and marvel at the talent blossoming in this corner of Spain.