Blackpaint 28


I’ve been afraid of using yellow on its own up to now;  it seems to make everything else on the canvas look somehow childish when I put it on.  Or perhaps “bilious” is a better word.  A sickness seems to pervade the picture when the yellow arrives and not a good sickness.  Consequently, after applying the egginess I feel I have to frame it up, with good, virile slashes or straps of black, to restore a bit of grit.

Why is this?  It always looks pretty good in de Kooning’s stuff, or Joan Mitchell’s.  there’s the answer, I suppose – be de K, or Joan, or copy them.


I’ve been calling him “Updahl” – sorry.

While I’m on Scandinavians (again), how can it be that we have the Branagh version of Wallander still with us, while the incomparable Swedish version has finished, following the suicide of Stephan?  Private obsession; sorry (again).

Listening to “I played Dixie” by Dwight Yoakam.

“Way down yonder in the land of cotton,

Things down there ain’t half so rotten

As they are on this damned old LA street…”



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