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I made a painting a few years back which didn’t work out, but I couldn’t chuck it, because of this little figure who appeared in it. I know that he is an aspect of me. I call him the doubtful angel. He is sitting at the periphery of the action, in a tree, watching on with some doubt writ on his face. Doubt about the outcome, doubt about the motivations of the players, doubt about the validity of the whole story.

And it’s election time, so excuse me while I return to my tree.

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