Disarray… I try to refer to it every time I can
ORDO AB CHAO (order out of chaos).
better the other way round.
Toast for me. Cereal for you.
Sensuous and sinuous. Mundane and cruel. I have a milk carton full of stars.
In a carnival made out of doubt
Scratched over our bodies. you are writing
Nonsense rhymes in wriggly lines, tracings of your life… in giant red felt tip pen all over me.
a fire that is conscious
I hold such things, such a collection a vault of minds a field of days, a skin of mornings, a need of longing. A longing for need.
I did this piece while I was working at the Babylon Hotel. When I say working, I mean painting. I had a deal where I would paint in public at the pub and get free coffee and exhibition space and studio space in return. Pretty sweet really.
I got to be friends with a lot of the waitresses there, so when I was placing the figure in the foreground I based it on one of them – she was wearing a Cardigan and had a bag with her. She was running late and flustered.
I like the idea of the figures in my landscapes being deeply self-involved despite the dramatic and unusual things happening around them and this is a good example. She is looking at her watch in the midst of a desert in the face of an incoming maelstrom.
To her the fact that she is late for work or whatever else it implies is far more important than where she is or what is happening around her.
And of course, most of the time, she is right.