Not remotely biographical. I found out about Isherwood and was so absorbed I made this. Feel like it fits the tone, like music ‘George’ might move to.
The picture was one from January, 2016, long before I read the Isherwood book. It will have been 3 hours at Northern Realist on a Tuesday. There hadn’t been a female model in weeks. Think this was also one of the most recent pencil drawings I’ve done, following which I started orchestrating accidents with spilt watercolours, blown pastels, ink, which, with a bit of practice of fucking things up resulted in the colourful accidents translated with a pen outline that I’ve been obsessed with recently.
Seemed to fit perfectly with the iconic opening of George waking and realising his moments with “I” and “now”.