Musings and six new pieces







 Painting:

I can think of no better reason to keep on keeping on than to accept that it is all rather pointless and one might as well do something.

And that's alright: we accept that that is the way things are and there lies freedom. One can step back and see that it is an indulgence, a solitary activity that in itself will change nothing and yet, and yet, although it is a simple thing to imagine not doing, to imagine an empty studio, a studio where I no longer am, it draws me to it again and again and I succumb to its entreaties willingly, eagerly anticipating the heartbreak; the pleasure; the frustration of never being good enough, to balance desire with acceptance. 

As the man said: We none of us are going to get out of this alive.

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