How I write

Reviews used to start in the Notes App on the bus home from a gallery. If I scroll back, I can still find that funny poetry now: 31/03/16 ‘weird trees metal flora and clay fauna, I don’t think I would like this 6 days of the week when I’m functional and completing my to-do lists but on those slips when you lean into your own transgressions when your life is greasy, it might make better sense’ 16/04/16 ‘The type of immediacy and spitting i have never found in paintings or sculpture. It’s alive and it’s blinky and staticy and it has frictions and like a soundtrack like a dripping well into electricity. I couldn’t go in twice its exhausting’ 05/06/16 ‘I was still thinking about how Michael had told me that bacon doesn’t draw and then fill in planes and colour, that he instead actually paints, and I recognised it, in their quality like the curl of space, like if air was solid and to move you had to sandpaper your way through space: that is its formal sincerity, locked in gold and glass.…