So I did carry on with the painting while I couldn’t see that much, see the previous post (and the one before that) for more details, it was a case of nose against the canvas, and the only real way I could see it was to take photos and look at the detail on my phone, it was impossible to step back, it was a lot of guess work and instinct and of course I had a strong sense of colour. Not sure what I shall so with the painting now, I think at the moment I want to leave it as it is, for now this painting is finished but not yet titled. Acrylic on (found) wood, a ready-made deep-edged canvas 120x120x4cm.

I can see the painting now, I am recovering from the eyeball slicing, the operation has gone well (so far), I have one still working eye and I am massively relieved and tentatively hopeful, I have been here before with the other now useless eye but so far everyone is feeling positive about the success and the recovery. I was worried, I did go to some fairly dark places and I was seriously toying with the idea of refusing the operation and sticking with what I had. I did go see those Turner paintings thinking it could be the last time and I half thought that More Cake show put together in haste might be the last I curate. The painting is here in the studio, I tend to let my work breathe for a while, I spend more time looking at work than I do actually painting it. For now this one is probably finished. I shall probably name it in the next few days, i can see it now, i am now able to wear a contact lens and see again (without I really am not able to see much, it has been that way for years now). The lens I am using now is the pre-op one so it doesn’t really work that well but hey, I can see more than I could in February and March, I really was bluffing it in March. I am now waiting for a new hard contact lens which hopefully will get me back to where I was last year and hopefully things will stay that way for at least a year or two and I can strop going on about it (sorry people).

On with the next paintings and writing about other people’s art and going to gigs and curating shows and hopefully I won’t have to mentions my eyes again although i will take this opportunity to say, I still don’t have brilliant vision in in my one working eye, if I walk past you in in the street or in a gallery I really am not being East London rude, I just can’t see you and until you say something I quite often can’t work out who you are (and yes I do need to walk around looking like bloody Bono in my black glasses for a bit). I still have to live with Keratoconus and all the problems that brings, all the lines and a the moon with Mickey MOuse ears and seven sets of trafic lights when there really is just one and the bloody cyclists with flashing lights! I still get all those lines of every single car light and trying to avoid it all (and the fact that no one thinks this is a problem even the consultants at Moorfields who jsut seem to hae a suck it up and get on with it attitude most of the time). Right, enough of it all, I’ve had enough of eyes and Moorfields and an ongoing cocktail of drops and as near as normal service is now resumed, enough eye stuff already… 

Now who wants to show this painting, do we have do all the curating for everyone all the time?