Painter

Stood Just the right bitback looking from the muddied top left to the central ooze of overlapping red and purple, which, generous of linseed, looked a slick of decadence - both colours sliding – always on the move - not yet what they'd become. Sucked up by the image thinking other canvasses as mobile – Pollocks still zipping, darting or chuggling a lumpy crawl in columns

A Sickert whore finally emergent from the shadowyheavy door-frame her absinthe ravaged features revealing her business sense in so long hiding – stealing her so to carve her into this work with the stick end of the brush – but the paint is resisting – so wet it keeps closing her in behind liquid curtains – but she's still there – behind the paint coughing up consumptive's mucous so this canvas never will be dry