You know, sometimes you think something and say to yourself “that’s a good point, but what are the implications of making it?”. This could be my epitaph, but equally it should have been a forewarning for the first half of the 21st century. …Cultural cynicism, unironic irony because “it was always going to happen, wasn’tContinue reading “Should all ‘good points’ be made?”
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‘NEW BRUTALITY’ (2024, mixed media on paper)
This is ‘NEW BRUTALITY’ Sorry for being trapped in the 20th century dealing with the 21st. And sorry for being unable to make any sense whatsoever – locked as we are inside the maddening house, where a ‘just do it’ Californian approach to life has left us all burnt out people on a burning planet. DeepContinue reading “‘NEW BRUTALITY’ (2024, mixed media on paper)”
My ‘little’ tree by the side of the M1
I’ve put a lot of work in at my studio a lot of the last 4 days, and I am very pleased with the way things are going from the perspective of the artwork. However, the ache from neglecting other aspects of my life has been creeping in. These are aspects of my life thatContinue reading “My ‘little’ tree by the side of the M1”
Keeping a blog for 17 years
I started keeping my blog 17 years ago. I had just finished my Bachelors degree in Art and Design at the local university centre in my home town, and all I knew is that I wanted to progress and get more exposure as an artist. That summer was messy. My entire social world in myContinue reading “Keeping a blog for 17 years”
YSP: a requiem for a dream
Yorkshire Sculpture Park: the citizen’s park that never was The following views are about an insider, albeit of no particular significance to the organisation, who wasn’t disgruntled, but who lamented and mused from the gallery benches over what this place could have been. I spoke recently to a friend about how travelling by a cityContinue reading “YSP: a requiem for a dream”
Turning 40 (a list of things I’m most proud about from the last 20 years)
I’m 40 years old in roughly 20 days. When it comes to a life lived through formalities, and rites of passage, there has been no life to speak of. Forgive me if this sounds like wallowing, it’s because Xmas time is really genuinely hard at the best of times. Seeing photos of couples, or familiesContinue reading “Turning 40 (a list of things I’m most proud about from the last 20 years)”
Brookhill Close
Brookhill Close is a semi-fictional merger of my childhood upbringing at the bottom of a cul-de-sac in the late 80s/early 90s, whilst growing up watching the soap Opera Brookside on a very similar type of cul-de-sac. Watching the soap set in post-industrial Liverpool felt like looking into somewhat warped mirror of my own world, watchingContinue reading “Brookhill Close”