the loser with a whale in his eye

I'm a little upset. My painting studio is at the bottom of my dads garden, it's a very long garden, shaped like an L from above, as there is a piece of garden at the bottom which shoots off at a 90 degree angle to the left, and goes behind the bottom of his neighbours gardens. Growing up this hidden place was where me and my brother made a den near a huge sycamore tree, now cut down. Where we had bonfires. Where i had a basketball net when i was going through that phase.

For just over a year now i've been in the greenhouse painting away, with no problems. Now, my brother and his friend have decided they want to put up a greenhouse in my dad's garden and grow things. Fair enough, there's enough space so why not. But, it seems they've been into my studio, snooped around at the paintings, and are sniggering at the willy on show in the above.

In some respects i am extremely private, i enjoy a certain amount of solitude. My working space is my own, i require a space which is mine, which has boundaries, where not just anyone can wander through uninvited and act like schoolboys. So, at the moment, i feel very threatened and vulnerable. It's bad enough not having a place of my own, or earning money, or missing the most important person in my life. I don't want people trampling through my space as if they own it.

the life and death of a triangular headed moron

(who is in fact looking up at the stars)

i am

i am interested in the horror of the world, nuclear disaster, wastelands, i often think of the end of civilisation, the last strands of humanity. I'm interested in humanity, usually under the influence of sentimentality and nostalgia. I create modern paintings with the remnants of long gone, archaic ideas of beauty, gender and sex. Occasionally and consciously inverted, surreal. mine is a strange world view, straddling both old and new, conservative and anarchic, gentle and brutal.