hey smokey pigeon (2009)

crumb squirm (2009)

i smell with my beak (2009)

it's a blue earth (2009)

if great art is born out of great suffering...

then why aren't my paintings better. i feel really ill again. but my paintings aren't good enough for me to be this depressed. there is no justice.

i like yellow paper

jessica on the beach

don't have a chip on your shoulder

i did this in the bath

lizards don't tell the truth

found this from almost a year ago. i did it in the bath.

crack an egg on that cocker

ultimate chips. left me angry and sad today. can't stand my painting or anything. i might cover myself in butter and punch myself up the bracket.

cool night air (2009)

head in the sea air (2009)

el chip bandit (2009)

two pigeons on the beach (2009)

you aren't a magpie (2009)

red echo (2009)

I am blue (2009)

when there is this much beauty

{ then you can't moan so shut up and do some fucking painting} then be nice to yourself. have a cup of tea, take a deep breath, be inspired and do some painting :)

these clay eggs will grow into clay pigeons

painting is making me miserable.

i stabbed through 2 canvases today. ruined 3 paintings that i'd worked on for fucking ages. destroyed some brushes. but that's fairly standard. i want to stop really. i don't feel like i've got anything to give anymore painting wise. but i guess i have to work through that garbage. i just want to go to bed now. i feel like crap.

little change of format...

from now on JourANAL (the site you are looking at right now...) will become my art blog only. my diary blog will be elsewhere.
so this site is just for drawing, painting, 3D etc. visual work. everything personal in a readable sense, things without interpretation space. like written down a,b, c. that's all going somewhere else.