Gommar Gilliams, Painter

I am not sure why it is that all the work I find most inspiring looks absolutely nothing like my own. I find that intensely depressing. The blues here and the ruined surfaces, the weathering, the layers. Some pops of red and bright pink. There’s a patina here that interests me, reminds me of the old walls I photographed in Nördlingen. Ambiguity is enviable, some floating leaves, diving figures, dreamy fish and cats. All so enviable. I bought Gilliams’s book last year and leaf through it often.