With the ever dark and gloomy winter days in full effect at the minute, I can’t help but think about lying on a beach basking in the sun’s golden glow which if I’m honest we won’t see for another few months or so when I really should be working. The ability I have to down tools and the slightest suggestion is unbelievable.
With this in mind, it’s quite impressive that I actually even got around to painting anything let alone this picture. The only reason I did, I think, is because I was lucid dreaming with a paintbrush in my hand. I can only imagine the slack jawed doltish look on my face as my hand danced across the paper like Thing from the Addams family.
Anyway, after I had come to from this cerebral wandering I had this picture in front of me, sweat dripping down my brow and cramp in my left hand and I hadn’t even been using it. Even stranger though was the fact that whilst I had entered this dream I had somehow managed to get myself dressed into the shortest of short denim shorts. The trouble was I didn’t have any in the studio when I started painting. I can’t even begin to tell you what I was up to but my subconscious and this self portrait seem to tell a different story