John B Ledger

What’s your favorite cartoon? I’m going to say Earthworm Jim I used to get up on school holidays in the UK in 1996 and watch it religiously. What I remember most fondly is it’s almost Monty Python-esq surrealism. most notably when the theme tune just randomly stopped, and we saw Jim snoring on a hammock,Continue reading

Artistic rites of passage

As I walk past someone my age, with their near-teenage offspring, I am thrown into a state of hasty self-evaluation. Before I know it I’m putting together emotional scaffolding from whatever I can recall – a random song I wrote 17 years ago, ot an obscure blog where I said something I thought was smart.Continue reading “Artistic rites of passage”

If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time? Figure out how to love

What are your favorite animals? Those late September spiders that go all shaky crazy when you touch their webs. They are the real underdogs

What technology would you be better off without, why? Surely this is a rhetorical question?

New line of prints

Really happy to share that I’ve now got these limited edition signed A1 prints for sale. They do great justice to two of my most cherished works. I am doing an edition of just 7 of each – I prefer odd numbers. They are £55 (including p&p) each. Comment or DM me if you’re interested Continue reading “New line of prints”

What will your life be like in three years? When I was a few months off being 18, 9/11 happened. Since that point (with the exception of a few points in the 2010s where I thought the tide was turning towards a better world), I’ve admittedly worried about the future around me being worse, andContinue reading

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? Love.

What major historical events do you remember? 9/11. I mean, who doesn’t? But, being as I was soon to be 18, a symbolic marker point from transition from childhood to adulthood, 9/11 became that marker point. Everything before seemed secure. If not rose-tinted, then at least buffeted by a secure horizon of endless ok-ness inContinue reading

Saying goodbye to old works

I guess interpreting a work of art is still one of the few spaces in contemporary life where we are forced to confront the void of comprehension that exists between ourselves and the Other. As much as Social Media is encouraging ‘creatives’ to be production lines for our own identity, which is built upon anContinue reading “Saying goodbye to old works”