Photos of shit

Mike

Did some painting




Went to the beach














Tried making a paper weight





Looked at the sky








Played on ghost recon fs

Dust piggies p/w first stage

I love this

Two new paintings

Stockholm 1982



Hollyport 1983

Mike

Frankpiggies monster

Nargh

Now I got wings

Like fookin Icarus man

Swollen hands

Unhappy.

7 new paintings

Last paintings

Of a series are always the hardest. They always drag and stick. Moan moan grumble grumble.

Self portrait in a bath robe

Potato bread (homemade)

Amazing.

Thursday at the pottery

Had a nice day tidying the workshop and drinking coffee with Richard and looking at his new work.

Painting on hold

7 down. But I over did it. Now I'm tired and fucked off with it. So I'll see what happens.

Pillow

Painting start about 5.30 in earnest. I'm getting a lot done since I started waking up obscenely early. Sun isn't up yet. Got a good bit of painting done. On my first break just to write some bilge on here and then bam to the grindstone which is not a grindstone but a painting. I'm trying to make a series before the end of today so I can phone the framers and ask to switch the paintings. But need them finished first.

Picture of the slain...

Leotard

Finished a painting. Did too much. These new meds make me feel so sick. Helps a lot with intrusive thoughts and contamination stuff but feel sick and low. Anyway, so the work is coming on.

Ceramics tomorrow for the first time in a while.

My big brother is a legend.

Again.

Up at 6 to paint. I wake up at 5/6 now anyway because I'm old, and or stupid. This is the recipe for success. Or tiredness. Pick one. So anyway got the paint work finish on another 20 x 20 and now I'm going to go to a supermarket to do some grocery shopping. Then hopefully resume painting this afternoon.

Bap

So making progress. Got some stuff down. Working hard. My beautiful wife to be brought me a cup of tea which was lovely. Working working. Under coated 4 more boards and it's all happening.

Sad

Struck with intense feeling of worthlessness when I dropped off the paintings to be framed so I'm doing another 8 which are more in my established style. I found that there was too much of an ache.

There is actually a physical pain associated with this nonsense. Chest + stomach pains and tiredness. I have already completed two of the new set of 8 and there are another two drying before first round of ink. I just can't shake the feeling this is all a total waste of time. I don't feel like I can ever be happy with painting or pots. It's all so exhausting and heart breaking.

Beautiful

More paintings

The dark of the stadium (2012)



Talking about tree shadow (2012)



all in the crystal green (1988)



Wandering through houses (2012)