08 Jun Waiting for Godot

Feeling very flat. The time away from actual painting is turning the project into a research and writing exercise. It’s interesting but it’s missing something. Feels a little redundant. Like a rambling description of a thing that doesn’t even exist. Brings to mind Calvino’s Invisible Cities, where Marco Polo’s claims of travelling might just be the rambling of two beggars, sorting through the rubbish. Or Beckett’s Vladimir and Estragon (Waiting for Godot), two homeless men, playing word games and passing the time. It does feel like an interminable wait.

ESTRAGON: I can’t go on like this.
VLADIMIR: That’s what you think.

Beckett, S. (2015) Waiting for Godot. London: Faber and Faber.