Thought so much recently of Kitaj. The day I walked into the studio and that shocking painting of his, Jack my Hedgehog. It came out of nowhere ; one day lalala, next wham.
But I still like mine, sheep or not. Different. Possibly unfinished also. The starter-dream was a church entrance, a doorway, that changed to a library. Thinking of those medieval martyrdom paintings, little and precise; thats the feel Im after. Delight in the victims suffering.
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