The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
……is an asset.
…..because normal is a crime.
This is the one that started it all. 😦
…….that.
So much of my brain energy is being drained by a world that does not interest me.
….. probably isn’t worth it.
Not probably. It just wasn’t.
……… didn’t.
Seems like like the same crap out there.
So I can I go back home and have nothing to do with it all.
I was looking through some old images of mine, and thinking I really need to do something with all these. This is the title painting from an exhibition called “My work is done.” The quote is supposedly what George Eastman wrote on his suicide note. I was never intending to do that, but the exhibition was of over 360 paintings I did over a year. I didn’t actually paint one a day, but would actually paint most days, with some days ending up with me finishing anywhere from 1 to 10 paintings.
So, as I was having a look, I think it’s about time I made a book available of as many of the paintings I managed to get photos of. I thought I had taken photos of them all, but I didn’t.
So my work wasn’t done.
I lied.
….to fill the world up with more of my art crap. I should be sorry. But I’m not.
…..forgot what I wanted to say.
Saint Beckett 