Like most of the people who write blogs on WordPress I check every now and then about who is actually reading it and how they got here. The other day I was looking at the search engine referrals and saw that someone somewhere had done a search on “Sue McDougall artist”. Now I am not the least big-headed person I know but I didn’t feel at all sure it was me they had been looking for . It sounded suspiciously like someone looking for an artist who already had an agent, had exhibitions in proper galleries and generally made some kind of living at it, rather than someone who hopes that will all happen in the future.
Obviously I have done Google searches on my name in the past, so I already knew about the Sue McDougall who is a horticulturist, the one who writes Scottish cookery books, and the one who works for IBM. I also knew there was another Sue McDougall in Australia because she asked me to be my friend on Facebook – hello Sue. There was even the Sue McDougall who may, or may not, have had an affair with Bill Clinton in the 1990s, was caught up in the Whitewater scandal and ended up in prison for a bit. I have always felt sorry for her, though the Bill Clinton affair bit might have been fun. But I didn’t know about another artist Sue McDougall. If there was going to be confusion should I call myself something else? Up to now it hasn’t really been important; over the years I have done quite a bit of work one way and another but I have never been a great one for signing stuff.
But next month as part of Coastal Currents Nick Hill is organising an exhibition in St Leonards; two works of mine are to be included. The smaller one Shrinking Horizons is about a time when I was sailing off Rye; without warning the fog came in and the horizon was suddenly about 50 yards away. It was a strange experience and made me think about the way that opportunities can shrink.
You cannot really see it in the photographs but the whitish swirly lines are not paint but collaged paper that has been torn from a set of instructions where the writing is too small to read. That also seems a metaphor for the way that life works. The other painting is called Solent Saturday. In the Solent the large cargo ships can come up unexpectedly fast. The skipper of the boat I was on was ticked off by the coast guard for being in the shipping lane though we were in no real danger but another yacht was nearly mown down. It showed how disaster can just come out of a clear blue sky or, in this case, a less than clear blue sea. Thinking of names for the paintings was not a problem but before the week is out I have to finalise a name for myself.
I therefore searched for “Sue McDougall artist” and sure enough Google found another one – a lady who had been a member of the Contemporary Art Society of Victoria in Australia. But there were only three entries about her that I could see and as she had what was billed as the Final Retrospective in 2005, so there didn’t seem much likelihood that we would be confused. So it looks as though Sue McDougall would do.
But it did get me thinking about whether it was a good idea to be McDougall. For starters, the name really belongs to my husband; I am not Scottish. When I was a journalist I used to write under the my maiden name Glascock. I changed when I had a children’s book published and my three wanted the name on the cover to be the same as their own. These days the positions are reversed: my daughter Sophia is the writer I like to be associated with her,
Now McDougall as a name is fine and dandy but coupled with Sue I feel it sounds solid rather than whizzy – ideal for Scottish cookery books – less good for contemporary art. It is also the name of a person who is clearly a woman. Of course it shouldn’t matter but if you look at the list of 100 top contemporary artists by auction results, only a handful are women: women do not figure at all in the top ten.
It is easy if you are a woman to see the low representation of women in the major galleries of the world as the fault of men. Certainly with men dominating not only the senior executive positions, and being the main investors it is true that they wield the economic power in art as in other fields. But it is not just alpha males wanting to buy alpha male art; it is all of us. Suppose you want a contemporary painting. You go on to one of the on-line galleries. They provide a list of the artists they represent but because their website is rubbish they do not provide thumbnails; so do you click on :
- Luke Hendy
- Janet Bradshaw
- Sally Buffin
- ST Danielson
All these names are made up and so far as Google tells me do not belong to any existing artist – my apologies if one of them belongs to you. If like my daughter you are a feminist you will possibly click on Janet Bradshaw which I feel has a similarly solid sound; if you are almost anybody else Zagrouch has it hands down. So why not become Zagrouch? Nobody would think Zagrouch would do pictures of fruit or roses or whatever it is that people think female artists paint. If I were Zagrouch it might even affect my style: it would become brighter, bolder, more vibrant, stronger more imaginative and generally better.
The reason not to of course is that it would be rather silly. So sadly I won’t do it. I think I am stuck with McDougall; Glascock is more distinctive but I haven’t used it for a while now. The truth is I am used to being McDougall; the trick must be to remember to paint like Zagrouch.
The Art Show will be open 8 – 22 September at Southwater Community Centre, 2 Stainsby Street, St Leonards TN37 6LA (Opposite St Leonards Warrior Square Train Station) There will be work from 17 upcoming Sussex artists including Nick Hill, Jules, Naomi Holdbrook, Katy Oxborrow, Celeste Barker, David Wright, Kat Pavan and Alan Russell. They are exhibiting in various media including painting, printmaking, textiles and photography. Some work will be on sale – at affordable prices.