Painting in progress: Chaotic Blue

Chaotic Blue, a painting in progress by M.K. Hajdin

Chaotic Blue, a painting in progress by M.K. Hajdin

Here’s the painting I’m working on.

While lying in bed last night the words “chaotic blue” popped into my head, so that will be the painting’s title.

The weather is much cooler, even rainy now, so my functionality as an artist and a person is (mostly) restored.  I hope to get a series of paintings done.


Eric Joyce and the painting: now with proof

Red, Purple, Green by M.K. Hajdin

This is the painting. Red, Purple, Green by M.K. Hajdin

I said I had proof that Eric Joyce MP wanted my painting “Red, Purple, Green”, that he chose the colors and the size of it, and that he meant to display it in his parliamentary office.  Here is that proof.

Ordinarily I would not publish someone’s emails or Twitter DMs without their permission, unless they were abusive.  But either Joyce or his girlfriend India Knight is implying that I am a liar, and this is the only way I can prove that what I said was true.

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Time, energy and love

Someone who isn’t very familiar with the artistic process asked me whether love is an vital ingredient for every painting an artist does.

Of course it is.   It’s impossible to create something that doesn’t have something of oneself in it.

But to put this in perspective, it’s necessary to know that love comes in different forms.  Western culture puts so much emphasis on sexual love, to the detriment of all the other kinds.

The kind of love that goes into my work could be described as a love for humanity, a desire to contribute something to the greater good.

And this, even though humanity often disappoints me.

Quote of the Day: Human Behavior

Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

J.D. Salinger