Monday, December 11, 2006
THE REASON FOR I HATE YOU

before I calmed down sitting by the side of the road. There was just too much to process, too much to deal with and no escape. I could spend all of my money and race down to the city and forget everything that happened yet the idea of revenge echoed louder. Insert one million I HATE YOU images for the afternoon and beat down the back roads by the side roads in the dimming light.
Yeah I wanna go
Cause I’m right, your wrong
Don’t look back
You were warned

AHPOOK: THE VALIANT RETURN
The last time I received such a lousy half-witted comment on my work was in 1998 when Derrin made the comment my collection of women figure studies were nothing more then disgusting rape images. Instead of crying under my bed (as I often do when I feel defeated) I took all of my work that wasn’t on the walls of the gallery home and destroyed them.

Yep.

I poured paint over them, I kicked them, I poked them, I fell on them and curled up in the mess in my room and smoked a cigarette and thought of glorious vengeance. The ones that escaped the mindless act of violence still look at me in the face as depressing rotted comic book covers fading in a clogged sewer grate.

/cut to a scene of AnnK on the couch

“I guess I was always that way. If I made art for me then I wouldn’t share it. I have made many things that have angered me and the joy of destroying something that upsets or depresses me is part of process of creation. I know it sounds silly, but when I get comments like that from people I thought I could respect I’d rather beat the crap out of the paintings then the people…”

/cut to a scene of AnnK doing her best Bill Lee impression firing several rounds from the 35 into the canvas screaming

The colours have changed. They are all dark now. The faces are never there, the places so familiar and yet so distant.