I've not finished a paintings since the end of August.
I have spat fire at the mention of sex since about the same time. Indeed I've sung the Television Personalities song "Paradise is for the blessed (not for the sex obsessed)", and asserted I will get a shirt printed with Fuck Sex.
Three paintings are in the midst of being completed.
Each night I dream sex and plot lines that seem like young adult literature.
I am always amazed at how uneasy people get with my expressions of disdain for sex in times like the past couple of months, and know that this post will be received like a prodigal son tale and relief will be expressed at my having returned from sexless illness.