13 May 2026

Some more cables stolen last night.
Thud thud thud.
Big giant feet walking.
Unstoppable,
inevitable.
It would be so stupid to pick a fight with it.

Sitting in a room full of my paintings. They are all speaking to me. I am trying to focus on this one. I see a man's face with a big grin. He knows he has won. The eye has become his hat. He is hiding behind the stem. He holds some secret, some ambush. This sphinx is grinning. Is he severing the stem? He seems to be half mounted on the American beast and also somehow mounted on the Persian beast. There are small flittering birds, spies, message carriers, flying about. Starmer's face has an orgasmic expression. He must have drunk too much Kool-Aid. He seems very happy about what the little bird is telling him. Or is that surprised shock and horror in his eyes? The Persian beast is bleeding and seems thoroughly dead and mangled.

I like it when I leave a painting incomplete and see something new in it. I should do it more often.

Overall the whole situation seems a mangled mess. It contrasts with the plain simplicity of the background. The space in which all the mess is happening. The space which makes all this mess possible. And it seems to run vertically through the mess. The space filled with light. By which we can see the mess. By which it can become known to our minds.

My view became local for a bit but now it seems I am back to geopolitics.

That grin seems a bit on the evil side. Is that a hat or a funny hairdo? I like Trump, so I hope he is not being evil. It is incredible how unintentionally realistic the man's face manifested here. It is difficult to paint a mouth grinning, the shadowing of the teeth, but it has rolled off the brush perfectly. With two unintentional eyes and one unintentional nose.

Are those birds or fairies? Maybe not an evil grin, but mischievous. Did I paint something ancient subconsciously? Is something trying to break through?

Oh, and two unintentional ears. A whole unintentional head, really.