This is the second piece in my so called, but imaginary, triptych.It is another of my attempts at surrealism. As usual, I prefer not to explain the image or anything that is contained. I think it is for the audience to interpret, and why should you be guided. There is a lot to be said for the cliché “I don’t know much about art but I know what I like”. I don’t really think there is any point to art critics, indeed critics of any sort.People tend not to give themselves proper credit for their faculties. A lot goes on inside each of us. I hope the same can be said of the painting. It is probably deep but very meaningless. That is for you to decide. Please enjoy the piece.Since the picture was uploaded it has achieved success, well sort of. It got shortlisted this year for the open exhibition for the Royal Scottish Academy and therein lies a story – I’ve documented this in a recent blog post.I think all artists to a lesser or greater degrees seek attention. How else could you explain their willingness to endure the horror of being on show?The print didn’t get past short listing, but at least I got to visit Scotland, so that is another ticked off the bucket list. Edinburgh is a pretty city but I can’t say I was that impressed. It just looked like Cardiff on anabolic steroids. It was an interesting journey back to the airport with a Taxi driver who thought he was Jackson Pollock.
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