Ideas and nonsense form some kind of equation that I just don't seem to get.... or maybe I do but concepts only twirl around like a classical ballet. A ballet of mould choreographed inside my tinned peach of a brain.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Barbie Defibrillation




I have become quite fed up with painting. The more paintings I see, sold like the thoughtless dribble of a washed up hobbyist, the more I am inclined to agree that it is a deceased medium. Painters are standing by the medium's side with a sparking defibrillator...... The defibrillator makes a good brush though.... Maybe it's not an entirely dead medium. I have been painting with used barbie-doll hair making abstracts with sinister undertones to them.

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