A postscript to Thursday’s post in which I was bemoaning the loss of colour in some aspects of my work. I found this a little depressing, but am unsure how to respond. This morning I was doing my usual internet browse and came across the work of Franz West, his exuberant, playful work is splashed with colour and humour, but also acuity. It is always a great pleasure when a work of art has an instant effect, particularly for me at this moment.
