The Jack Of Clubs
A 2017 painting, made back when I was – briefly – working only part-time in an office and had half a week to make art. I was painting prolifically, regularly selling work – including this one – and starting to develop some momentum, but the lure of a regular reliable income brought that little adventure to a close. I should have had more courage but that Northern protestant work ethic gets ground in deep at an early age, and you grow up believing that anyone whose face isn’t pressed to the grindstone all the time is an idle hippy bastard. I don’t believe that anymore, but it’s still a hard habit to break.