In the nineties I was in the
reception area at work waiting to send a fax. A colleague in the queue said,
ďJohn, why donít you get a girlfriend or people might start to think youíre
weird.Ē Is it me? Do normal people think like this? I don't care much for
people's view and I've lost count of the number of times I've seen people's
eyes scan down my old clothes looking at the frayed collars, holes and stains (oil
paint, linseed oil, virgin's blood, bull drool, marzipan, Nutella,
Do normal people view themselves through other
people's eyes? Perhaps they do as later on the same woman was having boyfriend
trouble but didnít want to split up because "Iíd hate to be looking
again.Ē I asked her what she meant - looking for what? ďAnother man so people
donít think Iím on my own,Ē she answered. I didn't understand it. Do normal
people think this way? Arenít they a complete person on their own? Isnít there
a broad steel beam in their mind which supports their entirety and excludes the
need for someone else? Perhaps I'm in the minority. Later on the same woman
told me she'd only got a boyfriend as she didnít want to be the last sibling
left at home with her parents and risk people thinking, "I wonder what's
wrong with her?"
I never forgot "I'd hate to be looking
again" and - always willing to paint on a bit of wood - thought Iíd do a quick
pit-stop painting on the subject. Here it is, wonderfully abstract (i.e.
appallingly bad.) Please make your own interpretation of it. Painting it I was
thinking it's resonant of a pre-war benign-Cubism interpretation of
prepubescent angst crossed with a prevailing exaltation of suffering in a peace-threatened
bleached-out Nuclear age. I'm sure you get that same thought when you view it.
Itís on an A4 piece of board so I can drop it a
padded envelope and post it off for you tomorrow morning after an exhausting six
minute eyebrow workout. Normally it would be £8444 but after finding a sealed
Swiss Roll chocolate cake (in date) on the pavement I'm feeling generous. It
yours for £8400.