Gordon Gorilla recieves the grace he so desires and a nice necklace to go with it.

"The way I see it" continues Gordon in a low and guttural rumble: "The way I see it we are all in this together and our essential gorillaness is what defines the propensity to art-not a movement or a theory or a cultural shift nor even economic crises-but the essential nature within us-we all wake in the morning and we all live the passing moment as best we can, we are all atheists and we all worship our God; we all love we all hate and we all sublimate desires with the gift of irony; most of us share hope and laughter- most of us have little gorillas too and our own place in the forest to take care of...so there"

Gordon the gorilla contemplates Mary and Jesus

" The meaning of a work of art was mapped along a number of cognitive axes, its affinities and differences with other images being just one of those-and not neccesarily the strongest. Art was a public, philosophical school; manipulative imagery serving superstitious belief and private gratification could be had from a thousand other sources." ..Thomas Crow unwritten histories of CConceptual Art (In Art after conceptual Art Alberro&Buchanan) "Hmmmm, " pondered Gordon the gorilla: "Personally I wonder about all this. I am not,as it happens, an undergraduate in this philosophical academy, I am a simple middle aged gorilla seeking to make sense of things as best he can-the ideologies of Art are just that and I did not write them nor pay dues to their masters."

When we come to painting there are other things to say. I am very interested in the questions of meaning and the ability of art to carry meaning. At this early stage in my painting I find myself grappling with the same concern of somehow 'striking a chord' yet without the insistence or moral seriousness the earlier New York school. How to be oneself and yet relate to a view in painting-to a school or a manifesto-to have an intention and follow it.

Until the tide came in and we all went home. This too was ephemeral work-but kind and happy like a ray of sun or an ice cream at the beach. Life is fleeting so I make happy things when I can...yet the tide came in and the flags fell, their bravery proving foundless and empty in the end.

And the flags looked really pretty in the sun.

But overall we had a good time on the beach..

some were keener than others!

lots of people came to play and help me put up my flags.

Recently I have been playing on the beach again!