08.10.1999
"oil-on-canvas"
I began painting my first oil-on-canvas early '96, after a photograph I took of Ricky when we were in France, august '93. She looks into a mirror, almost godlike, holding three tomatoes in the palm of her hand.
Then the picture gradually changed, and over the months, the years it became something quite different.
By the end of '98 I thought it was over and done with.
But I was so wrong...
My painting is a process, and I can't tell beforehand whether, eventually, it will end.
Yesterday afternoon, I was lying on my bed, smoking, staring at it,
when suddenly I felt this irresistible urge to cover it up with bits
and pieces torn from newspapers and magazines.
I ran the two blocks to Queensway to buy me a pair of scissors
and lots of glue.
Back in the basement I put my Reprazent CD on 'repeat', and
then started cutting, tearing, glueing, until early this morning...
Not that I'm finished with it now ...
Can I ever ever hope to make some money out of a process without product?