This is one of a series of works whose genesis lay in the Guston McKim Residency that I held at Yaddo. I persuaded a number of writers, artists and musicians to take part in a series of improvisations around an abandoned car in the Yaddo woods. Olivia Laing's involvement proved particularly useful - her books about the loneliness and addictions of several American writers and artists in some ways chime with my interest in inhabiting the role of the artist who needs to be a man.