RABBIT PAINTING

41 x 55 cm

When I look at this work I only see the imperfections – the things I would have done differently if I were to do it again. That’s not to say that there aren’t good parts and qualities.

Artistically, I had reached a peak. Elsewhere in life, changes were taking place. Finishing Rabbit left me feeling empty, almost completely extinguishing my desire to paint.

In 2000 I moved out of London and in doing so the daily commute made a long day even longer. There wasn’t the time to paint. Instead, I took an unfinished manuscript of a novel from my desk draw and began to write.

To be honest, it was easier that way. Your hands don’t get messy, and there’s nothing to clear up afterwards. And so that became the focus – to paint with words instead.