Pimlico Wilde Contemporary Art
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Late August 2025 Weather: humid; feels like breathing soup. Dear Diary, The visionaries at Pimlico Wilde have regretfully refused to fund my pure gold Brighton Pier project, citing “liquidity concerns” and “the fact it would weigh several tonnes and immediately sink into the Channel.” Philistines. I am not going to build it by the sea, … Read more
The last few days have been a carousel of triumph and tragedy , which is to say, a perfectly average week for all of us misunderstood geniuses. First, the high: my latest piece, Inflation in Pastel, was declared “a poignant critique of fiscal despair” by a blogger who runs an Etsy shop selling ironic tea … Read more
6th August, 2025 – 11:39pm, studio, lights off Three days without touching a brush. I keep circling the canvas like it owes me something. It doesn’t. None of them do. They just sit there, waiting,silent, judgmental, blank in all the places I’m not brave enough to fill. I went outside today. Big mistake. Too many … Read more
3rd August, 2025 – 4:12am, studio floor, cold tea beside me Haven’t slept. Again. I lay on the floor half the night listening to the neighbour upstairs procreate or cry or both. Thin walls. Intimate architecture. I stared at the ceiling and thought about how I used to believe that art could save me. Now … Read more
1st August, 2025 Woke up at 2:47pm with a hangover and a mouth that felt like I’d been licking sandpaper. The studio was thick with heat and turpentine; the fan’s broken again, just hums like it’s trying to remember how to turn. I lay there staring at the water stains on the ceiling, tracing faces … Read more