I don’t really paint much real stuff like footballers or landscapes or dogs or whatever. At university I wanted to become an Abstract Expressionist like my painting hero Jackson Pollock, only I couldn’t articulate what I was trying to do, I couldn’t contextualise it. So I gave up and did some Everton paintings I could talk about. I got my degree, against my frustrated tutors’ wishes I suspect. My life since has followed a similar pattern of showing promise, then retreating into my shell. It’s cost me everything. I’m still that person for all the effort I’ve made in the past few years to survive and rebuild. I’m so frustrated with myself. At the moment I feel like giving up. I’m struggling. I won’t give up though. And I won’t do anything daft, honestly. I’ll keep going. Anyway, I’ve started these two paintings:
Mr. Jamie Yates 