Friday, April 13, 2012
Despite (or, perhaps in part, because of) an intensely productive period in my painting, which has led me into some of the most interesting works I have produced in a decade, I have struggled with an insidious and not entirely explainable madness. Over the past several months, it has eroded my ability to function, even at a basic level. I have lost close friends. I have lost opportunities. I have lost my self.This is the second time in two years that I have had to retreat to a hospital. The first, I was perhaps less mad but a lot more volatile. I destroyed a year's-worth of paintings and sketches in my Sydney studio before others intervened. I spent ten weeks quite literally locked away. This time, my art was safe but not those closest to me.