1. On the bus again with balding emo fucktard
2. Emo fucktard losing his hair
6. You are the sungodess
8. Hot shower
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
If my artistic language has been compromised to the point where personal expression is nothing but the manipulation of enforced information, agendas and hierarchies, then fuck it, I'll paint what I want!!! Bring on the motherfucking giant robots, spaceships and solar systems. Every prescribed notion of good and bad, authority and hope is now mine to do with as I see fit!!! All the pieces of art history I love will be crammed in there!!! If we have all been robbed of the ability to speak then attempt to anyway, attempt as loudly as you can. Even if what seems to be a scream is actually a whimper. Do it regardless. For if you don't, you will regret it as long as you live.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Go out to Redcliffe to look at the space for the show in September. The space is good. Walk a bit. Find a barber. Get a haircut. The woman who cuts my hair is pleasant. Call a cab to get back to Sandgate. Wait for the cab that never comes. Walk to Margate and wait for a bus. Girl walks past smoking. She keeps pace with her bloke who is smoking as well but is riding a bike. He wears shorts, thongs (flip flops), a wife beater and a black hoodie. He also wears a bike helmet. The helmet has three hand drawn Nazi symbols on the back. Can't say I'm shocked but public displays of evil are always worth mentioning.