I am obsessed with re-doing. I redo canvases, I redo texts, I redo relationships. All my paintings, all my studies, my human connections and even my blog posts are revised, “corrected”, “re-thought” in the name of some annoying, ridiculous sense of “perfection” that ruins all impetuosity and makes me look risibly committed to all sorts of negligible matters.
My dream would be all about being a quitter for a week. You know, just doing small talk, something that I’ve never let myself in. Just for a week. Giving up my absurd demands and contemplate in fascination my impuissance and this oh so naturally flowing world.
PS: Françoise Hardy’s early albums shouldn’t miss from anyone’s collection. It is more than atmosphere music. It is atmosphere inducing music. It makes you feel less ridiculous.
PS2: the sketch above didn’t deserve a name; maybe I’ll turn it into a real painting some day; anyway, today’s painter is coming from the other side: Francis Bacon. It makes you think that grotesqueness and ridiculousness are humans’ second nature. No worries then. As John Cage said, after all, everyone’s in the best seat…