Come as you are


	Come as you are by Paul D Robertson Pastels 75x 50cms Sold.




	And yes, I named it for the Nirvana song. Hey, names are hard to come up with when you do as many paintings as I do. Besides it fits. The figure is me, you can't see it but I think I am smokinhg and looking lost. I do have my favourite suit on and of course my odd coloured bright stripey socks. Hello everyone. My first name is Paul and my second name is Robertson and I have a slight flaw in my character. I have chronic bipolar effective disorder (or as I like to call it manic depression. Like the Hendrix song.) For this I take pills and paint. I got into trouble with the law for mutilating all those prairie dogs. Fortunately my estranged aunt bailed me out and now we are living in tropical splendour and having wild sex on the beach. Between this and the alien abductions I have been busy. I did teach the aliens about lube.

I have been happy recently. Well. Not that recently. And not that happy. What the hell does that mean anyway? I finally drove off the possum that had been plaguing me and found out what defenestration means (throw something out a window.) I learned about Rommel. I read a book on the philosophy of the Simpsons. I read a lot more books. I put on a bit of weight and stopped looking quite so gaunt. I cleaned my car. Well I am lying about that. I mean let's not go nuts here.
My work before I left was the best I have ever done.
Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston got married.
I made a good start on my novel.
What else could a man desire? I mean APART from Angelina Jolie.

Observation:

IT IS NOT ABOUT DESIRE.