The Happenstance 12
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers and sisters
This day is call’d the feast of the Salon
He/She that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him/her at the name of the Salon.
She/He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his/her neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Salon des Refusés Day.”
Then will she/he open an album and show his/her pictures,
And say “These images I had on Salon des Refusés day.”
Old people forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But we’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats we recounted that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in our mouths as household words-
and Chris, Natasha
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good parent teach their children;
And Salon des Refusés shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers and sisters;
For she/he to-day that shares her/his art with me
Shall be my brother/sister; be she/he ne’er so vile,
And ladies/gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their existences cheap whiles any speaks
That shared art with us upon Salon des Refusés day.
With ‘umble apologies to William Shakespeare’s Henry V
Afore ye go,
A member of the Happenstance 12
Naomi, Hannah, Christina, Chris K, Chris B, Gemma, Droghetti, Alexandra, Alexey, Floyd, Natasha, Niki, Oyemi, Steve and Nicholas - somehow I've got 15. Hey ho it's a bit late. Perhaps rename as Happenstance 15 then!
A huge thank you to Anastasia, Essien and everyone at Salon des Refusés for an incredible exhibition and for giving us artists this opportunity. What a wonderful evening was had by all of us who attended the get-together at the Gallery on Thursday. Absolutely fab.