• oddthere are aliens among us. I am one of them. Or maybe it's everyone else that's the alien since I feel normal.
• greenmost of my work at the moment it made from bits and pieces of wood and other materials I have hanging around. I try and use the properties o…
• excavationI sometimes think of my work as excavation, because it frequently requires removing what's there, rather than adding things, which is the wa…
• SHOP DEMO — delete meDemo product — this whole file can be deleted.
• laughy mclaughfacecan you see all my expensive?
• lay your hands on menot enough touch in art. but texture is key. I get why everyone can't put all their greasy fingers on every painting. what are we missing. I…
• focusare you sure you are looking correctly and that the things you observe are as they really are? your focus is bad. the gaps are filled from m…
• don'ti don't want the drama. i want peace. the more peace I find, the louder all the drama is. where is the escape?
• immersionawash in a sea of particles. They constantly wash through you. You are they. There is no boundary between you and everything.
• looking in viewcan you see inside my world? What does it look like to you? Does it make sense? My reality is not yours. When you look into my world you sim…
• just a normal abstractwhen I step back I have to ask myself whether I have revealed something. To myself and to someone else. Who else? You decide.
• eclipseone thing gets before another. A light dazzling obscured. A veiled reality becomes visible , but just for a short while. Will you think to l…
• threea tryptic. Vibrant and strong. Humans known to other humans. Why?
• the aliens are comingyou are still here because they have allowed it. It's a sentence tho. Penury. Can you reform? You'll never know.
• I'm fucking happy as fuckare you looking at me? Don't look at me, look around me. Choose where you look very carefully though because what is there might blind you.
• behind a giant facewe all hide behind an face dont' we? Your skin suit is slipping.
• pay attentionyou don't have to pay attention. No one else is. Not really. No one cares. They think that the next moment is the most important one without…
• self medicationwe do what we need to to get through. The portrait is a self portrait of a reflection of a drug. A teenage me appears in this painting. He d…
• gridwhat can I say, I like stuff in grids.
• high = lowit goes in circles to the extent that the boundaries are imperceptible
• aerialssignals coming to our senses all the time. We are receivers of spirit. We perceive the underlying reality but we do no sense it. We know it'…
• the drying shedthe detritus of my brain. A place for me thoughts and actions to harden and solidarify.
• mess in progresstools are scrapers, screwdriver, pliers, sandpaper, basically anything but a brush. Creation is as much about destruction, removal, decay, a…
• i am legionthe chatter the chatter the chatter within the yappy yappy yap of the constnat disagreements and emnities and yappity yap of just me and mys…