Mainly painting boring [pointing] old men in suits. Don’t know why I do these. They’re not for entertainment. They’re just what come out, instead of women in bikinis and such-like. Anyhow, I’m having fun with my new dreary paint colour. It’s mainly sort of a zen exercise for me.
But perhaps I’ll get onto something meaningful sometime. I’m writing lots of little stories and jokes in my book. Trouble is, it takes a lot of effort for me to do them. I’m happier just dicking around this way.
Could be they’re all aspects of my dad. But I love my dad. Talked to him a bit on the phone, last night.