The thing that is bothering me today is wondering whether I have I finished this painting or not. It’s called the Slipperiness of Thought and it turns out to be even more slippery than I had thought it would be. So the basic concept is that it is not only difficult to know what other people are thinking about, but it is also difficult to know what you are thinking about yourself. Because as soon as you start wondering about the nature of your thoughts, you are thinking about thinking and not about whatever you were thinking about in the first place.
Originally I intended to have the snaky bits, because snakes seemed quite a good image and amongst them were meant to be impressions of all the possible things that could flit through my mind and things that other people might be thinking about, or things that I thought they might be thinking about, which in a way was what I was thinking about myself, prompted by thoughts of them.
It didn’t work out like out that; when I had done an early sketch which annoyingly got nicked not, I imagine, because anybody wanted the sketch but because it was in an otherwise empty sketch book, I had lots of ideas of possible thoughts. When it came to the painting all I could see were faces coming out of the random bits, so that is what it has turned into. Well, mainly; there are a few boats, some dribbles and if you look very carefully a cup of tea and a house and a naked lady.
In one way lots of faces are fitting in a painting about thinking. Babies are apparently hard-wired to respond to faces; we see faces in inanimate objects. Most of the time when I am thinking, other people elbow their way in somehow. So that is the question, do more of them want to elbow their way in, or do I say enough is enough?