pumpkinstrokemarrow

Amused to see that some oik has taken the law into his own hands, expressing his irritation that the works of Master Rothko attract such ridiculous prices by defacing one of same.

But saddened to be reminded that my own work by the Master (illustrated), picked out of an old-style junk shop some years ago, in what is still one of the few remaining grotty bits of Pimlico, was for some reason left out of the famous catalogue prepared by Sir A. Blunt shortly before he died and so is unlikely ever to realize its true value. At least until someone sees fit to produce a new catalogue.

I was particularly taken with the way that the beautifully executed texture of the brown part of the image conveyed one's inner ennui, in part occasioned by one's misfit with one's image of the bright and sparkly outside world, expressed here by the nicely judged crooked fit. Needless to say, the actual bright and sparkly outside world rarely lives up to its image, without, that is, a little help from pills or poppers.

Abex rules!

PS: also saddened to record that I shall no longer be able to visit Ilfracombe, with the Hirst monstress having now been hauled into place on a 20 year tenure. See August 30th. Maybe some other oiks?