I almost forgot how amazing pigeons are.

I was feeding these guys crisps. And one of them was hiding under my legs which was brilliant. The way that rail staff act towards them defies logic. Like the people who kick them out the way. You can tell a lot about people by the way they treat their percieved lessers. I really want to paint more pigeons, but I don't feel I can capture them properly. The way they move. Their avian quality and the pigeon-ness of them that is totally different to other birds. The idea that I try to achieve this translation is exciting but at the same time, today I find the idea that I might fail to do so incredibly sad. I guess I'll see what happens. And I think that pigeons 2 is a shitty title for a project. I'm feeling a bit down in the mouth about paintings today. Sometimes everything is so overwhelmingly beautiful it feels pointless to do anything. That would be the joy in feckless abstraction, but striving for truth through honest and authentic abstraction is a tortuous process which today I feel I have lost the nerve for.

















- Posted from the roving mike of destiny.