watercolour, 20x18cm
It was hard working creatively over 2017 though I carried on in the studio and continued to exhibit new work. But it was a struggle. The usual spirit of resilience and regeneration which buoys up creative initiative was definitely at low ebb. I know that throughout the long march of history, the majority of people have just wanted to get on with their lives as best as possible, being neither remarkably good nor bad and it is they that survive from one devastation to the next - they are the link between us and the past, not the warlords. But it was hard last year not to feel a sense of despair, that the contradictions that support the narrative that holds us together in some sort of manageable order, of 'how to be in the world', have pressed too close. The edifice appears ominous and at breaking point. It doesn't feel like anything can be taken for granted at the moment.
Trump Tower is a good metaphor for the state of things - behind the glitter and show, dodgy financial transactions, Mafia connections, unethical practice, menace. And all the lies and lies and lies! Behind the glitter, a massive and soulless pile of concrete. No grace. Alienation.
Watercolour, 20x18cm
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