Thursday, 14 June 2018

Wednesday, 13 June 2018

: Join The Queue. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841mm ( It's all about you )

Thursday, 7 June 2018

: Loved and Grew. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841mm

This is a flawed piece, because i am flawed.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

The Change

The Change is coming and there is nothing i can do about it. I must live and experience that which comes next, without control or context. It becomes something more like real as i go along the path, Mixing in with the constructed reality which can only become real with commitment. But commitment to what? A fabrication which is "I". The Change is coming. My sandcastles will be taken again by the wave and i shall rebuild the thing. Complex reaction to a simple moment in which i lived.
As i admit life, i must admit death and the change. The change, then i find myself again.
I relate to green. And the imagination in which i create. Nothing else really matters, but the thing i become, and the Change. Taking from life what we will becoming in the Change. 
This is how we become. It is not a matter of building oneself upon secure foundations because the past, like the present is a fabrication dependent on experience, tainted by emotion, everything moving. The Change.
Do i exist? If not in the Change. I am the Change. 

The emotion you see in my paintings exist in certainty, elusive and real for near i hold your opinion seen from another angle. Be not dead. I fear the Change. But it happens again. Then i pick it up to try to bring some sense of continuity to the world. For your sake i do this. But why? Why should my narrative have continuity? Is it not enough to express? Will you take meaning from this dislocation? Do I care? This is the nature of the Change

I try to make something beautiful from it. A beautiful life

Oh, to live in a beautiful life. 
: The Boo, The Noo. Oil on Card. A1  594 x 841mm

Monday, 4 June 2018

: A Portrait of Who I Am Today. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841mm