acrylic, charcoal and pva on canvas. 34×44cm. 2012.
With text from Johan Harstad’s Buzz Aldrin, what happened to you in all the confusion?
*There must be a purpose, loneliness can’t be the only thing projected onto the skies, it’s impossible, unthinkable.
*Nothing is irrevocable
*And I was fine. Yes, I was. But could have done with a few more people here.
*Be patient. It all hangs together.
*Found the harmony, lost the melody.
*I was on the edge of being loved.
*Neither of us knew if it was true, or if it was just something one said: that it helps to be loved.
*She’d said it four times. So it had to be right.
*Now and again it was a bit painful too, when I let it in.
*The melancholy of things done.
*Nothing lasts, and that nothing you take for granted, everything you love and or that makes you happy, everything you spend time and energy to get will all be taken inexorably away from you. It’s just a question of how long you’re allowed to borrow it.