Looking through some work in the studio this evening. Opening a space for critical reflection. The inevitable themes of nature, sex/obsession, childhood, filled with repetitions, interruptions, and references that seem to lead nowhere. Reminded me think that history could have unfolded differently and might still do so (hopefully).
I’m beginning to write a short text on some of my work and influences… more on that another day…
ThanQ
In between reading mumsnet and watching Laurel and Hardy I have been reworking dozens of last year’s failed canvases. I often feel I’ve wasted my life trying to be a painter until I remind myself it doesn’t matter and don’t take things so seriously.
They say never tell people your problems. 90% of them don’t care and the other 10% are pleased you have problems.
This canvas is unfinished but on the right track now. Some new compositions have been found to fill the top half.
