They punctuate words never to be written in the sky.
The most honest posts are begrudgingly deleted before they are published.
Such is the fight with self.
Contours of a foot well travelled…
through the relentless terrain of the artist’s mind, that is.
Sweet Trinidad & Tobago. When I think of where I stand at the moment, only paint can best describe it. In some ways, you can say we ‘live for paint’ here. Peter Doig tells of the landscape.