i have drawn my hangover, now these are two migraine headaches.
the first is quite horrible and spikey, but invariably enthusiastic.

Art found underneath black card in a secondhand frame.
Look at the wonderful boats, the sense of longing, the vast island in the background which speaks of yearning and destruction.
Time to put it back in its frame and herald its mastery.
I am now on the look out for more 'underneath art'... watch this space.

Framed Rothko print (unless it was a well-disguised original) this morning, in quite a decent frame, NW5. Almost quite unbelievable that the person should have thought this please-all piece far too much for their home. Or perhaps they thought that the colours suited the outside on a shitty March morning much better. Which actually makes it - Outside Art. Needless to say, within moment (ie when I went back for it) it had gone - to become Inside Art once more, I presume.
Two days ago I found this:

...on a wall in NW3. It still had canvas board, turps and old tubes of paint and charcoal in it, from 1809. Or something. I don't think they put the word 'Amateur' on art sets anymore. Puts the paying public off.

The first hangover painting, rather than sketch, is here - like a beacon of portent on a Saturday night, speaking -like a ghoulish monster of dreary headpinchyness - of the ills of the Night After. That is, Sunday - and the Sunday hangover (which will actually go if you keep drinking all day until, preferably, Tuesday). But anyway, it is Saturday at the moment here in London town and here it is, this picture. If you would like to own this totally original piece of art, wot like no one has ever done before, it will cost you £80 plus very moderate p&p. [Acrylic on canvas, 30cms x 40cms.] You can contact me here for all enquiries. I'm off down the pub.