When you have given up on getting your name up, you have style as a goal. When you run out of room in a scene that seems too large you can retire from painting on walls. If you find yourself being attacked by ignorance it is best not to start a diatribe or run out of patience. People who need to be educated can’t be if you become an enemy. Nobody wins, you just mark your territory and they mark theirs.

I am not thrilled by my output more recently, it is hit and miss. I seem to be falling into habits, I actually feel comfortable with these habits but it isn’t something that I am definitely sure of. It isn’t something that is from my past, it seems disconnected from where I have been. I feel like I am trying to express something about functionality and dysfunction. It is more a bunch of unsorted ideas, I probably need to write about it more than paint about it.

Every journey eventually leads somewhere, maybe it is a book, some visual art, word selections. Maybe I have finally left my past behind, it never disappears but you may forget a lot of it. I definitely don’t remember a lot from the past. I wish I was making better work but I find painting interesting and it seems to keep moving although I am definitely at a plateau currently.