In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Sunday, 6 September 2020
07 09 2020
Nearly done with this, thinking of calling it Chronos Thinking About Pudding - but I'd have to spend hours explaining it to people, bah. Will be able to finish today unless I fuck up. Taking Bob for bloods but after that, the day is mine.
Thursday, 3 September 2020
03 09 2020
Pretty crap drawings at Caune Minervois, I think ( haven't looked, actually) and today's drawing at Limoux with Philippe didn't really happen but was fun and a good learning thang. Have to start buying Le Monde Diplomatique - once a month with no propaganda and great way to get better French, he says. Place in chaos, radiators and walls being addressed so dust and nothing where it should be. Who cares.
Sunday, 30 August 2020
31 08 2020
It's possible I really am going mad... but can make changes. There are two others on the go. However today we drive to Belpeche to see Richard and Alison and tomorrow I go for 2 days to Carne-Minervois to draw with Kat. Thursday am spending the morning in the mountains with Philippe. So should get to studio on Friday with raw material if nothing else; just hope I don't loose contact with what I'm doing while I'm off.
Saturday, 29 August 2020
30 08 2020
Haven't photographed yesterdays work but its cracking on - managed a pretty full day, starting early and ignoring any other responsibilities. Having brother-in-law here helpful in that respect. Off to market now and will prepare lunch - maybe get some more painting in today too.
Friday, 28 August 2020
28 08 2020
sold a pic from 2003 yesterday, the butterfly/war series. Never liked them. They were soooo hard to do (I took the faces from real dead people photographed in Le Figaro.) Had to stop. Same punter is after a painting of a chalice and hasn't realised that it contains 2 portraits, my dead father, my dead brother. Told her but she doesn't seem to mind - as she didn't realise the butterflies were about war. Can I bear to part with it to someone who knew neither Stafford nor Simon? Is this what it means to let go? Let her have the butterflies cheapish but quoted full price for the chalice. She's still interested.
Thursday, 27 August 2020
27 08 2020
Bleeding tasteful innit. Turned to the wall. Currently on landscape with Pogo jumpers. Actually about to stop - work finished on roof and in studios and today is devoted to cleaning, hurrah.
Monday, 24 August 2020
25 08 2020
Suppose that this is the new shape of life, getting photos up of the artwork. What else?






