I really thought I’d have finished this one by now…..but no…..

A week in hospital. My beautiful boy now has a 4 inch cut down his beautiful tummy. I gave him that beautiful tummy! The awful thing is, it was a flawed diagnosis & the surgery was unnecessary. Tears and a six nights sleeping in a chair and a 4 inch cut. First week of 2020. Chaos, old friend, takes a seat at my table.

Doggo friends. I think they sense my need.

I take this white Bunny as a good omen of the best kind. This year, as all others, but especially this one, we need to find a moment to think about hoppy Bunnies rather than carry on fucking everything up, like we humans constantly do, over & over again. I think the Chinese calendar oracles should really have a look at things & call this the year of the Bunny. In 2020, we need to find the Bunny moments and step the fuck back from the carnage we generate in our stupid humanism. Think about it: who is best suited to run things, donald trump scott morrison or white Bunny? Yes, you know the answer. The whole thing is a catastrophe but at least the Bunny is wearing a velvet glove. Literally! ……ooooo its late at night right now….

The elusive perfect point size for this element of the artwork I cant finish. Dont seem to able to crack this one. Over thinking. I drive myself crazy with doing the same thing over & over & over and then I’m lost, its never ‘just right’, despite the over & over, and then I walk away, undecided & feeling shit about it. Honestly I just

OVER NOTHING

I’m practising painting & curious how far I can take this. At art college, the last thing I wanted to be was a painter. All my life I’ve never wanted to be the regular thing, I compete with no one. I am what I do. But I’m curious how far I can take this small painting. Its a small oil painting experiment and one with which I am fully engaged

Aaaaah art. Back to the torture.