like it says on the tin, my writing is a bit of a narrative to whats going on with me and the city. It’s the title of the show that’s coming up at the Artists Lofts. I am happy with the work. I have painted over the photorealistic red riding hoods. In their place a freeform, spontaneous expression. Sculpting tortured souls, and feeling healed after squeezing them out.
Perhaps I got fed up with painting a scary chick. in fact want nothing to do with them. Which is a theme in my life. As soon as I smell crazy i put my Jaguar into sports mode and get the fuck out.
I scouted a model, Mistress Lucy. Who is Kim by day and a dominatrix by night. I had a meeting about her modeling with drinkydraw. She invited me to see her performance. Being a bit shy I offered to film it and put my experience as a camera man, trained by the royal conservatoire, voted in the top 3 arts worldwide, all this experience with the BBC, masters at the screen academy.
And here I was , setting the camera to film a hot asian chick doing things to men and women. It was fascinating. What was most fascinating was behind the scenes. How beautifully, surreal, ordinary and matter of fact everything was.
the girls were chatting about husbands, comparing gadgets as if they were cooking appliances. Then when the camera rolled they launched themselves into character. Fully immersed in their roles. I knew this was pure catharsis, some sort of therapy that was completely functional. In fact it was incredibly sincere.
So I met both Kim and Mistress Lucy in one day. Kim pulls up to the brewery in a family size van, conservatively dressed and incredibly chilled and composed.
The whole vibe reminded me of Francis Bacon. looking at his painting you would expect a tortured and confused soul. However when I hung out with him he was a spirit with no demons. he was continually squeezing them out. where a majority of the populace are being led around by their demons : being pulled around like Mistress Lucy was dragging about her slave. I get it, I completely get it. It is art. Not some trendy Silverlake debutant, churning out wallpaper. This was visceral, dealing directly with the salient aspects of the human condition.
There is something completely up front and honest about this scene. It like quite a few of the girls I dated, blind side you with their madness. We are all a bit mad really. But its like going through customs at an air port.
have you anything to declare?………Yes I am quite mad.
Have you anything to declare?………yes, i am not mad (goes on to fly the plane and crashes it haunted by demons of his past.
I am really looking forward to help Mistress Lucy create her ‘mis en scene’. It will be cathartic for me.
Many relationships I have had with women have been a bit like the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang bang.
First you see the sweets covering the carriage, once you are in, the catcher pulls the lever and the facade falls to reveal you are in a prison. As I said, there is something to be said about the DMTX scene. It’s all up front, but behind masks. A kind of wonderful dichotomy.