Painting

So what does it mean to return to painting?

But now without any skill or any sustained interrogation of the conditions of the medium?

Semi-stupidly, in short? [Damn it, that just sets things in train again, reminding me of Duchamp.]

I bought some oil paints and some small, black boards.

I mixed the colours up in a ukelele box.

Which is the painting – the one I discarded or the one I kept?

Who knows.

A Picture as Well as I Can Paint of the End of Time

A Picture as Well as I Can Paint of the End of Time

Discarded Palette

Discarded Palette

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