welcome to Jouranal (journal)

this is my blog. to just look at my painting etc then head over to my website and disregard this mess.
please note that the events described in this journal are highly fictionalised.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Baek





Sunday, December 16, 2012

Oi





Friday, December 14, 2012

King

















Monday, December 10, 2012

Dunno if I posted this one

It pre dates the other. Same subject.




Little Bird








Monday, December 03, 2012

Last shop standing

My friend Chris opened a record shop with Tom (my pictured). It's called the last shop standing and it is awesome.




Some of my books and zines are in there too :D











Along with loads of awesome vinyl and CDs and serving up some seriously good coffee it's a place worth an immediate visit.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Monday, November 26, 2012

Landbhd
























Sunday, November 18, 2012

Ngcg





Gun


Some days it's too cold to paint. Like today. My heart is flat. The weather is cold and the studio is about minus eighty. Give or take. The past is getting me down today. The small recent bit I can remember, I am not fine about it. But I don't make songs. So I can't whine clear.





Saturday, November 17, 2012

Make









Thursday, November 15, 2012

Puuhhhainting

I hate painting sometimes. It's beautiful in a way in spats of 7 seconds and the rest of the time I want to push my own face in.





Meerut






Sunday, November 11, 2012

Stupid garbage.

I hate talking about art because within a flash you sound pretentious. There is a reason for this. The stupid people are winning. They are at the bottom and the top. They are the heights of art, idiots like hirst etc. and idiots at the bottom who don't fucking like art anyway, don't understand it and think banksy is the greatest artist of his generation. They make you feel stupid about it because they are scared about not knowing what things mean. The same people who mock the books you read and then ejaculate over the latest book club drivel. They call you a psued for reading the bell jar or any books English students might read. You're a dick for having read the Canterbury tales. Oh well. So we're all stupid. I think X factor is the height of pretentious exercises in pop culture so lets fuck off in different directions and make our peace with that.

Anyway. New painting work is feeling electric to me personally. I can express my moods very exactly. And I'm quitting the gallery world of art I think and just painting for me. I'll run out of materials and money but that real means nothing. There'll always be something. It's like finding a perfect pebble and then throwing it into the sea and then going in and drowning. I am surrounded by sickness and death at the moment. And personal limbos. Now I have this personal tap. And what is going to come out, well rejection is a heavy theme, loss, mourning. Hate. Self loathing. But they disappear in the act of painting and I never make them my aim anyway. I'm too tired to be cohesive.





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Thoughts from pp


"Everything you can imagine is real. ”

"Art is the elimination of the unnecessary. ”

"All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ”

"Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs. ”

"Colours, like features, follow the changes of the emotions. ”

"An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought. ”

- Pablo Picasso





Saturday, November 10, 2012