With adhesive spray it should just stick into to place and with a few passes it should come up as a distorted bar code with encrypted numbers! ...Not doing what I have expected it to do I begin to see each line in the bar code as an individual piece , if I slowly massage it each piece into place it conform yet as I progress the first individual strips begin to unravel. If I return to the first couple of strips the previous strips begin to unravel. How to negotiate an outcome where all parties agree!

I have enough adhesive, I have the stencil squared so as to minimise distortion, everything is logically in place to make this a simple procedure. Yet a majority of bars refuse to work as one....

Do I abort or do I persevere?, If I wait till all are in agreeance then I have the perfect scenario that most governments wish for, deep down I know that aint gunna happen because we are very susceptible to change.  I know each strip will take its own place, unravelled or not, I need to accept, minus my percieved discrepancies.

Result: Negotiation, all the pieces are able to do their own thing, yet exist in the same environment.

On a lighter note I will give my left testicle to anyone who can decipher the numerical part of this work.

How do I explain this..... nearly down to the bottom of a bottle of bourbon..I rarely have the eyes to see so deeply into my own psyche.I have it locked it up so tight I need to express something I hide deep deep inside........this painting is my essence, it fucks up my visual stare, initially it blurs my sight, it does everything I require...... it satisfies my visual, my emotional, my , my caress, my fingers, it has vocal, it is me, if I am to paint anything more it will carry my spirit into the next.

Now the next challenge, to let out someting I have held since fuck knows when......  neo-cold war inaction on the poor, surely we cant keep ignoring the truely poor?

Further Notes: 20th November 2009

Sitting here a day after my drunken release my body still feels incomplete, dehydrated and in need for another day for my molecules to find their way home. One thing that sticks from this release is that I as a person am not complete.

I enjoyed that experience, I have never painted drunk before, on all other occassions I have been diverted by the alcohol and ended up torching myself. If it has showed me anything it has showed me that two very different people reside within my body. The sober side while creative lacks a certain passion. Is lacks the word? it is there but locked up, not confident to express openly. It is a reflection of my life and how I live it.

The drunken, who gives a fuck side, is a side I enjoy yet I dont want to have to turn to a bottle to let him out.