I don’t want Bacon’s silent scream- its deafeningly noisey and the horror is frighteningly real, its gutteral.

I want my painting’s to have the empty scream. The scream which comes out of the mouth and the anus. The pathetic scream of ego without reason. A scream which speaks of a shallow hollowness and artifiical melodrama. I want a kind of collapsing schizophrenia, a scream of paranoia. I want my painting’s to have a scream without context which crumbles under scrutiny and just becomes a silent whimper.

I want my painting’s to have a scream which we laugh at.