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March 14, 2006
Well Jim Dine did dressing gowns.
Oh, I worry too much. I often wonder if I’d do better or worse if I worried less. But, being one of those strange temporal anomalies that crop up from time to time - I’ll never know.
I’m worrying about these carts I’m drawing. Why the fuck am I drawing carts? Well for one reason: because I want to. I know this is the only reason required. But how many carts can a man draw before they cart him off?
Well Jim Dine drew and painted a dressing gown, or robe as they call them on the other side of the Great Deep, endlessly. Always the same dressing gown. A dressing gown he saw in an advert in the New York Herald if my memory serves me right. He drew and painted it so much because he said it represented the essence of manhood, he often used it to represent a self-portrait.
I wonder what this cart thing represents.
Well that’s for you to know and me to worry about.
Posted by john at March 14, 2006 11:00 AM
Comments
Keep meaning to post a comment saying how much I enjoy your unstuck diaries - I like your carts, don't worry about them!
Posted by: Ruth Curtis at March 20, 2006 05:43 PM
Thanks, it's an odd business, this cart business, it seems incredibly indulgent, but I guess it's a good learning curve.
Posted by: john Coombes at March 21, 2006 06:28 PM