You know when you dream you encounter Your Unconscious?

And a load of weird shit happens to your YOU?

So then The Unconscious must also encounter the YOU when you visit IT

And a bunch of weird shit happens to Its IT?

But Your Unconscious never deals with your YOU as a unitary being right?

ITS many things, many faces most of which your YOU doesn’t recognise at all.

So then a whole crowd has to deal with your fucking mad YOU turning up out of nowhere every fucking night trying to make friends with them all FFS and all THEY can do is watch and try to communicate

No this isn’t a painting about that but it did occur to me while it was being painted.

1.8/2.8m unstretched canvas. Cement, pigment, oil sticks, carbon.