people ask me ‘what are you doing with your life?’ i say ‘i am going to be a painter’, they curl their lips, their brows deepen, green veins seep out of their skin, spit drools out their mouth whilst they chant ‘no one becomes a painter like that any more’, sipping their mouldy water and perversely gazing upon a television screen. when making a painting you have to consider. is it important enough (the subject matter, concept or practical skill) to be taking up place on this planet. to be using materials that will never biodegrade. to be using wooden stretchers that are made from cut down trees. that during the process of making toxic chemicals are poured down the sink into our oceans, dangerously harming marine life and changing the colour of the once blue ocean forever.
