I was asked to make some illustrations for a counsellors resource booklet designed to help teenagers understand their raging emotions.. Good job for Sisyphus that one if you ask me but of course every generation must be taught or helped to fit into this strange and wonder full life.
Depressed and hating my own paintings I have gone back to drawing and finishing building the printmaking studio. This feeling came upon me after the last exhibition, the last frantic deadline. I am fed up with all that. A very welcome change was heralded by an invite to attend musician friends Penny and Paul's house warming last Saturday. They have recently purchased a few acres of orchard with house, guest house and music studio. Many musicians were there and all played in an organized out-door concert.
I drew first some plant that grew in front of where I was seated and later the star turn played, a couple who do gypsy jazz a la Stephan Grapelli and wow were they good, absolutely absolute friend... I was blown away and the charcoal pencil danced in time on the sketch book and I did the portrait above that I am very happy with and two more that are not quite but up there, you know, up there too. Fuck Painting!! Back to graphic art and printmaking, at least for a time, a season..