Sunday Night

around 9pm i caught a scent that took me back to those sunday nights when i was a kid.

fresh, spring, night, slightly damp, chilly, some plants, freshly aired house, etc. it was the smell of a weekend that was now over and another week of school was to begin.


in terms of production i’ve been terribly off the rails with the last painting being finished about a month and a half ago.

and the one before that

and i’m sitting on another 2 or 3 clown paintings that i haven’t photographed yet.

i’m not sure where i’m going with all of this. clowns seem to be the perfect metaphor at the moment but i’m not sure for what.


i’m getting haggard, i know.