Change of Plan

painting bits
OK, wasn’t expecting that …

Life cannot be navigated without delusions … but shedding them can defin­itely aid flotation.

A separate website of my recent work is just not going to happen any time soon.
Images have been metaphor­ically propped against the walls of my online gallery for over a year and it’s still a bloody building site.
Just too busy actually painting. This is good.

So … move on.

Going back through my most recent notebook/sketchbook the same words and phrases, admon­i­tions and ideas crop up again and again (excluding the flat tires, the hangovers, the flies and the fear):
No colour, no prettiness, no sleight of hand, minimal, pure and abject, maximal, all-over, horror vacui, complexity, grain, dust, residue, precip­itate, scurf, flocculate, material, stuff, palimpsest, strata, trans­lucent, chemistry, atmospherics, organic, fractal, self-organ­ising, crystal­lising, algorithmic, non-determined, uncon­scious, repetition, ritual, process, alive, lost, found, in cycles, dreams, fairytales, collage, mosaic, grids, paradoxes and contra­dic­tions and lots and lots of time …
separ­ating judgement and choice from painting — in time and medium, sidestep the fear, trans­lation from digital to analogue, set the initial condi­tions and then run the simulation, place but no place, specific but out of time, constructed, no focus but focus on everything, no picture of, no open window but an image, an object for the mind, object, no narrative, no story, no drama, no personae, no view, not grand or gothic or romantic, mundane, not spiritual, absolutely no feelings beyond the feeling that everything deserves the attention …
Painting for the love of touching and moving mud and seeing it come alive and change and as a way of having a technology independent, electricity and mediation-free, data-dense method of recording as much of the process as possible …

So it’s all going here … it’s somewhere … somehow … for now … that’s the plan.
That better than a way?

Redux

Gaza Sphinx
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Because the premise is a lie … was always. Because family feuds are worse, civil wars not and because antisemitism is not exclusive when it comes to who the semites are … because Trump is, Netanyahu is … not …

And so people die. And live without hope … and now less … if that’s possible.

And not to aesthetisise anyone else’s pain, and not to ignore the ancient greek’s misogyny … why is this shit still going on … I’m not naive, just sad and angry.

Back Online!

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Finally!

After much confusion and frustration and fiddling and What The Fucking and hard boring work, my home/portfolio is back on-line.

Soon I will have what was my “Art Vault” back too.

Little black holes are hard to explain to NT’s but are just one of those things we have to live with.

Ain’t gonna win any awards for anything but it feels good and looks good — enjoy: NEW HOME

Sheesh … quelle day: can sleep the sleep of the righteous tonight.