I stand before a rise and fall
All that awaits me is a plinth
On which a rotting bannana and apple sit
(apologies Andy, cluttering up the blog with crap poetry, but this is semi relevant to current paintings. Hopefully it will make sense when I post them. Although I am in danger of imploding as I get to caught up in the personal and risk being too attached for objective creation. Im only one step away from castrating myself and painting with my phallis in a pastiche of Jackson Pollock's drips.
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