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?