Monthly Archives: August 2014
Something left unfinished. Undone. An image, lurking in that void, the dreaded folder of work I’ll never complete. What is the point? What is the point of any work I create? Are you enjoying this? Does it bring some joy … Continue reading
“Ok, so now, why don’t you show me what makes you happy?” Why would I be drawn to misery, to the worst things in my life, to pain and suffering? Why is that what I write about, what I think … Continue reading
She couldn’t paint it, a year had passed and still, unfinished. Sometimes, you need to paint a horse. And sometimes you don’t know what a horse looks like. In truth, they terrify me. Those magnificent creatures.
As an artist, as a fool, there is a moment when you realise what it is you want to achieve, what you want to paint. You might not realise it at the time. It might not make sense. It might … Continue reading
Why do I paint? Sometimes I just need to forget… And other times, to remember. I can’t eat the sky.
I’m not entirely sure why I’ve never posted or finished this painting. I suppose it ties back in to my considerations of process. Why am I painting, what is it I want to achieve? I’d like to think that I … Continue reading
Each night I take one of these things. At least, each night I remember. At roughly 22:44, the alarm on my phone begins to chime, this is my signal. Rarely do I pay attention to it. I am terrible at … Continue reading
The jacket that has been my constant companion for the last few years has finally come to the end of her life. It is time to retire her, to place her into the wardrobe of eternity. You have served me … Continue reading