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Painting no.5

I painted this some time ago. I used oils paints and emulsion. I stuck down two pices of newspaper of the British and American flags and the words at the bottom. I flicked green and white/cream emulsion from the wooden end of the brushes. I spent a couple of hours on this one and it's the best one out of the others. Ihung it on the wall.

Poppy

A painting I did a couple of weeks ago.

Novel - Europe - And Railway Tracks

So here I am at quater to 6 in the afternoon by myself, watching TV and drinking a can of coke, and I'm thinking about writing a novel. I've had the idea for ages, I've had loads of story ideas that were noted down, but I've had one that I thought of in my first year at uni, and I want to write it. I've been leaving it becuause I thought I was too young to write it, but I'll spend some years on it. I don't know how my uni tutor would think of it; he'd be impressed, but he'd know I'd be rushing it as usual.

I just need to have something to do. Short stories and poems do nothing for me.

Still haven't left my job, but been looking. My mate at work, who studies law, likes reading and we talk about books sometimes. It's just one of the many conversations a bunch of us have there: Books, football, girls, drinking, music, films. He likes his non-fiction. I found it both funny and interesting that at 9:30 in the morning, when we finished work, he went into Waterstones bookshop to get a book on World War II and The Holocaust. (It got me talking about Schindler's List).

Anyway, the next day he's says to me, as I'm carrying a bunch of curtain poles, I should forget fiction writing and write a really interesting non-fiction book. I thought that was funny. We then got on talking about quitting the job and stealing a washing machine on our way out.

I'm going round Europe in the Spring/Summer. From here to France, then on a trip maybe through Germany, and ending up in Italy. It will be a three week trip and it's the only thing I've got to look forward to. I won't forget to take a notepad to write while I'm there. I suppose I need to travel to get my thoughts on writing back on track.

This is a painting I did a couple of weeks ago. Don't know what it's meant to be, I just like putting a load of colours together. My sister said it looks kind of like railway tracks.

Untitled Painting 2

A mania is a mixture, really, like red and blue, fire and water; it's like one thing can lead to another and better yet, one thing actually is another. It's all really nonsense like bathwater in a whirlpool going down the drain all at once.

A friend once told me the best way to feel better is to run; I remember I ended up chasing him around midnight in some field in Cornwall because he stole my bottle of Vodka. When I caught him, we woke up some German campers, so we had to run away again. He ended up going to sleep in the tent and I went and climbed a tree, I remember sitting in that tree in the wee hours, so many miles from home.

Untitled Painting

I painted this and it took me around two hours. I used oil paints on small canvas. I didn't know what it was meant to be, I was just putting the colours down; but I was going through stories in my head as I painted. Like the green at the bottom was the typical green fields of a normal painting. I thought the black and red looked like fire so I made grey smoke, then the blue-ish sky. There is a red sun at the top, it's the only thing that seems normal in a messed-up world.