October 13, 2016: Overnight train to Vienna. Tram to the Museum Quarter. With the faint tang of Absinthe on my lips I now find myself in front of this painting. Even without memory this piece still arouses something in me. I am drawn to PP’s bold colours and whimsical flair. Sadly though, for me, (whoever that is?) this painting is missing something. A charming landscape, but desperately in need of a thought provoking edge. That’s it! A glimmer of the painter I once was. Fuzzy brain puzzle pieces slowly forming into an idea or an image of who I am. Electrodes? Injections? Time to move on.


October 13, 2016

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