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.
