t. r. hand is a counterpoint.

t. r. hand is a heteronym, a conceit, a hiding place & a get out clause.

Here you will find visual art made with many things, digital items, paintings, drawings, prints (Picture Book), and also sound art/music (Record Player)..

Explanations I can provide are unreliable. The following may assist but should not be taken as gospel (unless sung in an appropriate style).

Artists Statement

• I do not self identify as an artist or a musician. I lack that level of self-awareness or personal confidence. 
• Artists lie, they rarely reveal truths.
• Art is simultaneously irrelevant and essential. 
• Painting is an ongoing provocation.
• Paintings & songs are never complete, they are abandoned. Or escaped from.
• Paintings & songs act as warnings.
• Paintings are like cats. If you die, they will eat you. Songs are less harmful, more akin to dogs. They will also eat you eventually.
• Thinking about paint and glue is not a boring thing to do. 
• The truth is not ‘out there’. Neither is it ‘in there’.
• Whilst technique is of transient value, knowledge of materials is ever lasting. 
• Spontaneity requires good planning.  
• Black & white have equal value, as do blue & orange. Brown has a higher value than all of them if used appropriately. 
• To paraphrase Frank Auerbach “Painting is the most important activity humans have invented” Humming tunes and procreation are the preserve of many beasts that came before us and will remain after us.
• Art in blood is liable to take the strangest forms (**)
• For the visual artist, nature & the natural world are dull. 
• Paintings are flat sculptures
• Paintings and songs only exist in the air. Songs are constrained by time, paintings are constrained by light.
• If the title precedes the painting it is an illustration. If the title follows the painting it is a pretence.
• Illustrations are more honest than paintings, but they contain less truth.
• Paintings & songs are problems seeking solutions. 
• (**) I don’t recall writing this.

• • “Painting is the pattern of one’s own nervous system being projected on canvas”. Francis Bacon, 1949.

t. r. hand

the most exulted potentate of nothing