FRACTURES

A new drawing. I really would write more about it but my brain has fallen out of my ears and is sliding out of the door with the slugs and woodlice. Goodbye my lovely.

FRIENDS & ART

Elsa's been keeping me company at my studio recently...the barer of fortunes cookies, long lunch breaks and curious artifacts to draw.

Lee and Shing enjoying the Deutsche Guggenheim where we saw Agatha Snow's Access All World exhibition...artistic visions that move between apocalyptic decay and the 'unshakable faith in human ingenuity and common sense'.

Shing at the KulturForum on our recent visit to Berlin. This sprawling gallery houses an extensive collection of classical arts.

I have every intention of enjoying the company of my friends and art in unison from now on...I'll paint on their faces whilst they dream of Duchamp; draw their portraits whilst they rant about Rauschenberg.

COIL

In the ache of ‘86
They were tense
Chanting in their bedrooms
And writing condolence cards.
They all tasted of salt.
Little Boy hadn’t found his words yet
And the other two had somehow lost theirs
Feeling dizzy and stuttering for a long time.
When the doors closed
The fire’s stomach digested
She became the air, water
And Earth we carried each other on.
As the snake bit its tail
She became a different child
Birthed into the wild world
With orbits and stars.

DREAMS ARE FROTH