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Of people who don't gush and cats on laps
Of people who don't gush and cats on laps
Painting with a cat on your lap is hard. It is a delicate balance of affection, trust and not letting your moggy chew on the stem of the brush when you're trying to paint with the business end. My cat is particularly naughty if he doesn't get attention that he thinks he so deserves. He pushes himself flat and crawls under things, with sounds of kitty destruction ensuing. Then he will tip over the paint water and while miraculously avoiding getting himself painty and wet, the same cannot be said for my studio floor. Mind you, my studio floor is not somewhere you would want to take your mother. It is covered in relics of past creationary explosions, where big bangs of creative flair left behind curls of wax and empty paint tubes. Oh and cat hair, seeing as he or indeed she both let themselves in to my studio and lurk.
So I had gallerist slash consultant slash local MP slash curator come over this morning, to look apparently disapprovingly at my work for an hour or so. She was one of those people who don't gush over things emphatically, and she didn't amaze me with the breadth of exhaustive (like a car) art wank. Instead she took me completely off guard by simply saying very little, looking same faced the whole time and occasionally saying "Its good." in pretty much flat tones of "Why am I here?". So when we got to the end and she offered me the Perth Concert Hall I was dashingly suave about the whole thing, only stammering once and hopefully not dropping my cup of tea on her. Which brings me to this painting, which is called "Sow Goddess in the Garden of Narcissus" and is a comment on the trampling of masculine self love by femininity. It is also saying that girly pigs are powerful animals capable of extremes of birth and infanticidal destruction, while men are delicate flowers, which is, we all know, the actual truth of it. When the Goddess has you by the balls, its best to wait til shes said what she has to say before you try and show that you're the man here.