"Well, I've been painting for years. I just started doing a lot more in the last couple"
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A wry shrug runs through the line, the sense that a new phase is less a revelation than a surfacing. Painting has been there for years, a steady companion, and only recently has it come forward in quantity and visibility. The casual hedging of well and the clipped last couple carry the tone of an aside in conversation, as if correcting a misconception: no sudden pivot, just a longer story finally coming into view.
That distinction matters for artists whose public identity is shaped by one medium. Robyn Hitchcock is widely known for music saturated with surreal imagery and wry humor; painting is another channel for the same sensibility. The continuity is the point. The drawings, birds, fish, and dreamlike faces that drift through his songs have long had a parallel life on paper and canvas. When he says he has been painting for years, he is naming the quiet, private labor that rarely gets counted until it accumulates.
The second half acknowledges the reality of creative time. Output often arrives in pulses. Life opens a window, touring slows, a studio becomes available, confidence turns into momentum. What appears as a burst is not a whim but the moment when circumstances align with a practice that has been maturing offstage. It resists the myth of reinvention and replaces it with accretion, the patient layering that craftspeople understand.
There is also a modest deflation of hype. Rather than claiming a new identity, he frames the change as volume, not essence. More of the same, and that is meant as praise for consistency. The line reads as a plea to see the whole arc: the private sketchbooks, the album doodles, the slow honing of an eye, culminating in a period when the work can multiply and be shared. Creativity here is tidal, not linear, and what looks like a debut is often the crest of a long, unseen swell.
That distinction matters for artists whose public identity is shaped by one medium. Robyn Hitchcock is widely known for music saturated with surreal imagery and wry humor; painting is another channel for the same sensibility. The continuity is the point. The drawings, birds, fish, and dreamlike faces that drift through his songs have long had a parallel life on paper and canvas. When he says he has been painting for years, he is naming the quiet, private labor that rarely gets counted until it accumulates.
The second half acknowledges the reality of creative time. Output often arrives in pulses. Life opens a window, touring slows, a studio becomes available, confidence turns into momentum. What appears as a burst is not a whim but the moment when circumstances align with a practice that has been maturing offstage. It resists the myth of reinvention and replaces it with accretion, the patient layering that craftspeople understand.
There is also a modest deflation of hype. Rather than claiming a new identity, he frames the change as volume, not essence. More of the same, and that is meant as praise for consistency. The line reads as a plea to see the whole arc: the private sketchbooks, the album doodles, the slow honing of an eye, culminating in a period when the work can multiply and be shared. Creativity here is tidal, not linear, and what looks like a debut is often the crest of a long, unseen swell.
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