Thursday, 13 June 2013


First off, many thanks to all those who sent wishes, prayers, etc whilst I was away.*

I'm back now and recovering well, and getting back into the swing of creating
(and hopefully back to regular blogging).

For the first 24 hours after surgery I was doped up to the eyeballs on morphine
to keep me quiet.
Needless to say, for the next couple of days I had some very interesting experiences
until it had cleared out of my system.

My hospital room was wonderfully decorated with frescoed walls
and a vaulted Grecian ceiling to rival the Sistine Chapel.
There were amazing pieces of artwork in a wide variety of styles;
Old Masters, Pre-Raphaelite, even a Banksy.

Unsurprisingly, after a while I realised it was beige walls,
poly ceiling tiles and photoprints in plastic frames. 
Oh well, it was good while it was lasted.

I also had some amazing ideas for artwork,
but forgot them by time I was capable of making any kind of note.
Except this one.
This one stuck in my head.
Probably because I can actually make sense of what (and who) it signifies.

I just wish the figures hadn't appeared in that
round faced, slightly vacant, simplistic style
 that seems to be so popular
(and which I don't really like).
But the aim was to paint what I saw,
so I've had to stick with it.

In a way I can see now why painters, writers and other creative types
became hooked on opiates.
The visions were fascinating, and amazingly detailed and vibrant.
All I had to do was close my eyes
and my sub-conscious would paint the most beautiful and meaningful images
right there in front of me.
I could have done without the nausea, shivers, creepy skin, etc. though.

I think I'll stick to tea-induced artwork.

*For those who don't have the misfortune of being on my FB/twitter feed, I've been absent due to surgery.


  1. Glad that you are back on the mend and feeling better. You have had a lot of morphine!

  2. LOL I had a trip out too but nothing as marvellous as that. In my world all the equipment was television recording equipment and the curtains round the bed next to me was because there was a celebrity hiding there. I was convinced they were recording some sort of documentary and I was the star patient in it. Apparently during rounds I demanded to know why they were filming me without my signed approval and I then proceeded to try and climb up over the back of my bed. Needless to say didn't get too far. Totally agree about the not nice stuff though shudder.

  3. Great to see you back in Blogland Nigel
    Suzi B

  4. Glad you're back and doing well! I was with my sister when she came off of morphine. Wowa. She had some stories! Maybe those ideas for artwork will come back into your consciousness at some point.