(This is a five minute exercise based on the title of a short story by Javier Marias, ‘The Night Doctor’ from the collection ‘When I Was Mortal’. It’s based on the titles only, as suggested by a member of the writing group – I hadn’t read the story before writing this.)
Midnight. The most uncanny time of night. The dark penetrates me in its deep unknowing. These unknown regions of the mind – elusive, fictitious histories of a chance. A choice. A chance unseen.
My paintings draw upon the starry depths. I am a doctor of the night. I shape what I see and hand it back to you transformed. You gaze at my uncertainties with reverence and wonder. When I was mortal, I think, I was unknown. But now – unknowable, untouchable, undreamed – I bring you the night in jars of sleeping pills.