It peaked 106° here on Friday, at least outside-in the studio I’ve been running a fever-a temperature akin to the lava flow of a volcano on the surface of Mercury. I’ve been living, eating and breathing the work.
Amongst the works in progress, I’m realizing there’s a very real path to madness in conspiracy. You begin to seek spurious connections and make irrational equations in everything.
It must be over twenty years since I listened to the White Album in full-its one of those albums that seems so a part of cultural ubiquity (and for me at least) forever associated with the communal toke at college parties, that any impact it could have had, has long since passed me by.
It’s a sneak peak wip for what will be the pivotal ‘Healter Skelter’ piece for Octobers show, and at times it’s felt I’m on a downward spiral.
It’s over a month away, and I just took a week off the grid camping in Utah, playing at polygamy, hiking the kind of terrain the Mars rover would photograph,and drinking warm three percent proof wine on warmer night’s.
It’s still wet, and the light is casting a glare, but I think ‘Pig’ is almost done. I kept it loose and raw, sometimes scoring into the wet paint with toothpicks or the end of the brush.
So Ziggy is forty,hard to believe for anyone who was there when the Starman first played guitar.
Further to my previous post, I am delighted to reveal that I shall be showing my Manson/Tate themed works at the wonderful Hyaena gallery from October 1st, until October 31st, with an opening on the 6th.
My daughter Emma has been busy these past several months, the seeds of which are now baring fruit at her graduate degree show at the Williamson gallery in England, which opened June 2nd.