Do artists have days off ? Weeks , months, years , am I still an artist if I'm not making or doing?
It seems sometimes that there is nothing to say , each avenue explored is an avenue that cannot be returned to , the streets in the city are the ones to map , not the quiet suburbs I've already tramped down . To paint is to paint , to not paint is not to exist , to slip back into the everyday.
Some years I make loads of work , some years none at all , I'd rather not make just for the sake of making , its an urge to do but if all I am doing is repeating the past I'm just not interested .
There's a hint of something there , but I'm not quite sure what it is , like a word on the tip of your tongue , or at the back of your mind , but not quite there. I should get the cards out and have a look again .