Sooner or later I'm bound to talk about paintings, it's inevitable. However, I tend to see the process of creating art in a slightly absurd and warped perspective. This has been demonstrated perfectly during the creation of Penguins of the Apocalypse, the painting you see attached to this post. It is an interestingly titled work isn't it? I may like to point out that I didn't begin by imagining a line of penguins wandering meaninglessly through a nuclear holocaust - that would make me just plain weird. The question beckons though: What was I thinking?I mean, the poor creatures are used to the sub-zero temperatures aren't they so how on earth could I explain their sudden arrival into a scene reminiscent of Judgment Day. I mean, when your life is lying in tatters, your skin is peeling from radiation burns and your rad count disappears off the end of the Geiger counter the very last thing you can expect to see is a bunch of bloody penguins wandering through the chaos. Where would they get fish from in a post-nuclear society?Penguins of the Apocalypse