Burden

 

well, this is the final of a four-part image, in that i've repainted it four times. I'm happy with it. This draft is called 'Burden', i took out the other guy he was punching at which seemed to create some confusion as to what he was angry at, almost as if he was fighting himself. And i think by making the landscape hilly, the land reflects some sort of inner turmoil.

yes, i've carried on with the home serial, as i'm calling it. This one is based on a memory of a space, of my father's uncle and aunt's. We called them auntie evelyn and uncle reg when they were alive. In the hallway it was rather dark, and this big grandfather clock greeted you. Now the house is owned by my aunt, my dads sister, and there was a bit of suspicion about who it was left to. So, i haven't been there in around 10 years, but the memorys insist. I have another one for the room at the end on the right, as a child i remember a white wedding dress being hung up in the bedroom there, it was a scary house, and a creepy scene. It will do for the next painting. But that's it, i'm not quite sure whether this series is about more generalised spaces that i remember, or particular events, i've been mixing them up as they both seem to work quite well, though in slightly different styles.

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.

it's important...

It's important not to get bogged down with political 'what ifs' when considering whether to support the protestors of the middle east. There is a tendency amongst politicians, and the general public, to wonder what would happen if the apathy inducing tyrants presently controlling the middle east were to fall, it's easy to worry that such a gap in tyrants, such awakeness amongst the people, would allow for a Muslim Brotherhood type islamist government, who then by some miracle give up their borders and form some sort of huge Caliphate, with links to al-qaeda and the ability to detonate nuclear weapons..

The reality is that the dictators posing as 'leaders of democratic countries' are violently attempting to silent the mass protests. After the relatively easy revolutions of Tunisia and Egypt, the people in neighbouring countries have been understandably roused with anger and hope for change. The neighbouring governments on the other hand, after the relatively easy fall of the dictators in Tunisia and Egypt, have started shitting stones, and in turn have put on a rather heavy boot (a heavy boot in the form of tanks and shootings).

All we can do in more priveliged countries is put aside our petty and unfounded worries, and support the people who deserve the same freedoms that we have, the same choice over who leads them, and the same freedom to peacefully protest without getting shot in the head.

scrubbers

did you ever see scrubs ?

i imagine the real thing would have much more humour to it (considering that scrubs had.. none)
but if you've ever wanted to dress up in scrub uniform (not a uniform for the tv series, but a uniform for nurses and doctors) whether for your own peasure.. or for medical reasons.. for a party.. a strange party. Or a waking dream. Or if you don't really want to dress up in such clothing, but know someone who does, maybe a woman, for which you'd need the women's scrub outfit.. or a man.. for which you'd need the opposite..
then you'd better click one of the links.