I really love this piece. I think it’s good. But my muse hates it because she’s in it.
Should I apologise? Nah…I’m too old and selfish to care what anyone else thinks. I mean who has time for that! And anyway it’s too late to change it now cos the glue is already dry.

I have always been able to visualise myself living on the set of the 1976 film, Logan’s Run. I’m not a fan of the films plot because everyone over the age of 30 is culled and that is a monstrous dystopian idea. However, my dislike of the storyline bypasses any genocide outrage and actually stems from knowing that I simply wouldn’t cope very well being surrounded by all those unbearably full of themselves, idealistic twenty-somethings. I was such a pain in my own ass at that age, that the thought of reliving it or watching others live it, makes me nauseous.

My utopia would be me, alone, with maybe some pets, on the set of Logan’s run, sat drinking my favourite gin ( monkey 47) and tonic with lots of ice and a slice of grapefruit in the glass. Cheers!

Señor Zorro is an artist. He paints portraits in pixels of light, capturing the true colour of his subjects through the lens of his camera. He loves what he does and you feel that passion when he talks about his experiences taking photos and how he gets lost in the process.

When I showed him this work it didn’t have a title. He said it made him think of Sir John Everett Millais’s Pre-Raphaelite painting of Ophelia. Who am I to argue with feedback like that.