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The Dilapidated House

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Monday, April 2, 2012

Loose notes

I have lived with my parents for thirty years.
I have taught in my school for seven years.
I have loved and lost.
What else can I not do?
And even if I fail, what difference does it make?

The truth is, I cannot expect to produce five works and they are all 'hits'. Every step is part of the journey. Each sketch, drawing or painting is a part of the journey.

Sailing out into the open sea with no destination in mind.

I need to believe in myself that I will get better. Turner and the Chinese painters have shown me the way.

The open sea. The other world. A series of notes, sketches, drawings, paintings, and ideas by sin.

I mustn't rush. I must work very slowly.

I am a self-concious and self-absorbed young man.

That the artist is inspired, will be discovered, and will become rich and famous is a myth that does not happen and has no real value in it.

Thee is no need for me to prove that I can draw or paint. In fact, it would be better if people look at my work and think that I cannot draw or paint.

I find that I am closer to the old-school and narrow-minded people in the old academies rather than the rebel or revolutionary. I need to change.

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