MARTES, EL QUINCE DE SEPTIEMBRE. DOS MIL NUEVE
I'M SLOWLY GOING THROUGH OLD BOXES OF PAINTINGS AND DOING A BIT OF A CULL. HERE'S ONE, RECENTLY DESTROYED. ALTHOUGH I LIKE THE IDEA, THE PAINTING WAS NEVER RESOLVED. IN MY 2001 SKETCHBOOK, THE DRAWING FOR THIS WORK HAS THE SENTENCE UNDER IT: 'WHERE SCRIMSHAW COME FROM'

LUNES, EL CATORCE DE SEPTIEMBRE, DOS MIL NUEVE
JUST GOT BACK FROM WELLINGTON FROM SEEING HEAD LIKE A HOLE'S GIG AT THE ST. JAMES.
IT WAS LIKE THE PRODIGAL SONS RETURNING. AN ABSOLUTELY RIVETING PERFORMANCE THAT HAVE THE SAME GRUNT THAT I REMEMBER FROM SEEING THEM OVER 10 YEARS AGO.
HERE'S SOME BLAND PHONE CAMERA SHOTS: