Earlier in the year, during lockdown I made a painting that I felt was a turning point. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something unlocked in me – a joy in the act of painting that I don’t think I have really known before.
I recently wrote a piece on LinkedIn about PTSD, which might go some way to explain why I am dedicating my time to defacing every painting I have made since I left Iraq (see my cover up blog too). In the meantime. Here are a couple more!
It’s been a while since I’ve had an epiphany, but change is definitely in the air. A few months back the combination of having TOO MUCH OF MY OWN ART and having ready access to left-over spray-paints and gloss paint (that was being chucked out from Damien Hirst’s studio) provoked me to start tossing the… Continue reading A COVER UP OF THE PAST