Wednesday, May 13, 2009
To a degree I've always recorded or documented my process for some imagined future greatness. Won't they be glad I was so diligent at recording my journey?
At the same time I'm prone to eliminating all traces of my existence: deleting MySpace pages; tearing decades old journals to shreds with a feeling of 'What does it matter?'.
Lately I lean more towards erring on the side of overexposure. My paintings are about laying myself bare so I've begun to be more explicit.
Two things I hate: framing and projecting.
Without a studio everything is temporary, makeshift.
I felt the need to record our last apartment in Victoria: three hundred and fifty square feet which served as studio and living space for both my clothing designer girlfriend Hayley and me.
To say nothing of the dog or the cat.
It was a long six months.
Music is 'Time to Pretend' by MGMT.