probably nothing, possibly everything

i really don’t mind, i think there is some validity to the complaint that my work is boring/meaningless, and this is going to sound like i’m deliberately undermining myself but hear me out: My brand of realism, and the way I typically execute it is particularly limited, and if i was attempting to offer up some kind of profound truth or statement with my work, then i would fail, indubitably. if i had hopes that my paintings were going to touch on the human condition or wreak some kind of change, politically or emotionally, then i would be deeply disappointed in myself. but i don’t harbour those aspirations, not with my paintings. being alive is difficult, and everybody has a different form of catharsis, and mine is painting, because it fulfils that need to do something delicately and with care. living is a solemn affair when you are young and care about the people close to you, and what better way to express that care and closeness than to paint them. and if you can make a living from that outlet, then it’s wonderful, if not, then it remains a pastime. painting is an occupation while i am studying and need income, but one day it will just be a pastime. and honestly when i write, that is my window to talk about insight and vulnerability and the things that universally plague us. but if i tried to paint about these things, keeping in mind the limitations of realist painting, i’d probably be making Banksyesque work, and we don’t need anymore heavy handed quasi-political art. i think there are better artists on here, artists who find wonderful ways to express the way in which they exist and the dissonance that surrounds them, and i don’t wish to detract attention from them. so i understand why someone would want to attack what i do, because i attack it for the very same reasons, and hopefully this can clarify it a little because it’s a valid observation that deserves a response.

the biggest plot twist  (x)

Phoebe & Conor

Prints//Instagram

or if i’m a crown without a king, if i’m a broken, open seed if i come without a thing, i come with all i need no boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head the trap i set for you seems to have caught my leg instead