Supremely shit day at work. I’d quite like it all to stop.
I love discovering these paintings and their company https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2535237479699579332
There’s all the time in the world now to discover them. Funny how we see stuff when it’s too late. Spending too much time living and not seeing.
Every line, every smudge, every colour connecting to the hand, the skin, the pore, the hair, the breath, the hair’s breath, the eye, the seeing, the sparkle, the engagement, the energy, the feeling and the connection, the point when the person becomes canvas ... a feeling of almost being embodied in the point of creation. Strangely more tangible than photos and objects ... somehow more alive and reunited. More than words and writing too, curiously. Less cerebral, more physical, embodied with movement and flow.

It was charming to hear Roy Goodman this morning talking about singing this ... https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XND3XXqt76Y