the artist

Da Silva painted his way from the studio along the corridor, into the street. Singularly alone now, a singular da Silva, void other identities. Nevertheless, as a painter, his void was instinct with figures in whom he cultivated (as they cultivated in him) a capacity to appear and disappear at a stroke…

– from Da Silva da Silva’s Cultivated Wilderness, Wilson Harris

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[untitled] . 18″ x 24″ . acrylic on canvas

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untitled . work in progress

[untitled]

acrylic on board

28″ x 18″

work in progress

detail of [untitled]

detail of [untitled]

detail of [untitled]

detail of [untitled]

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[untitled]
mixed media on board
19″ x 14″

details of [buddha] . work in progress

detail 1 of [buddha]
acrylic on canvas
work in progress

detail 2 of [buddha]
acrylic on canvas
work in progress

a vagabond musician . soko

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No more home

Much more worries

It was fun just for a second

To be a vagabond musician

But I could use some security now

.

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– Soko

‘No More Home, No More Love’

from the album I Thought I Was An Alien

be extraordinary…

It is better to try to be extraordinary and fail than to try to be ordinary and succeed.

– dan holloway

danholloway.wordpress.com

the value of one’s work . from a letter from vincent van gogh to theo

‘It’s a rather sad prospect to have to say to myself that the painting I do will perhaps never have any value. If it was worth what it costs I could say to myself, I’ve never concerned myself about money.’

– from a letter to Theo van Gogh.

Arles, 13 August 1888