We went to a new South London jazz night, run by a friend last week. It’s not a regular event yet, but will be. If it’s on this week, we’ll perform a couple of songs. Our music isn’t jazz as most would think it, but the owner defines jazz as singing from the soul. What she calls jazz, I call expressionism. When we were in Beijing a lot of artists teliing us about their work read like an art book definition of expressionism, but to look at it, would probably be called pop art, installation or something else. We tried to remember and note the names of all the artists whose work we liked, making sure of Tang Jianyin, as his paintings were so good, and we spent a long time togethe drinking endless cups of tea in his studio. The idea the scene there is a production-line isn’t true at all. If it is, it’s the same everywhere else. A lot of my favourite contemporary artists a Chinese and live in the same village, if we get the chance to go back will try and bring back more names.
Below are 4 paintings from last night, split between ebay and my other online store. Tonight was spent carving 6 small block prints, only stabbing myself in the hand once. One stab per 6 prints is improving ratio. Will try and get them printed up tomorrow.

Valentines romance is a proper dinner together at home at the table. It should be the norm, but we always make ourselves too busy or think we do. Just finished setting up an online store selling my art. Something to have as well as ebay and make more your own. 8 paintings below from last night. All 7in x 5in, split between the new shop and Ebay. Acrylic still my preference to oil as its so fast. My plans to do abstract painting aren’t working out at all. It doesn’t come natural, as much as I would like it to. Was watching a documentary on Miro last night, you can’t get more inspiring than him for it, but we will see. Not wanting to force it, maybe it’s some people are naturally just figurative thinking.