Author Archives: matt

As a brief follow on from my post over the weekend, let’s continue to look at dreams for a moment. I’d forgotten I’d written this, it covers similar ground to my previous piece, but was written during a rather more … Continue reading →

Of all the many side-effects of citalopram, the one that strikes me most keenly, that weighs heaviest on my soul, is the dreams. I am a disorganised man. That is something I am unlikely to escape in this life. My … Continue reading →

Listen, for one fucking minute. Listen to what I’m trying to say. It’s difficult, you know? Trying to express yourself, trying to convey your feelings, trying to take the excerpts of your life and convey them in some coherent fashion … Continue reading →

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 →