About

Creativity is a journey without a destination. Art is a medium without a use.

There isn't a minute that goes by where I'm not wondering what the fuck it is I'm doing and why. It's like an excavation in some unmapped meadow owned by, and cared for by no one. No purpose, no expectation, just ground and fingers and knees and grim determination.

I don't do this because I expect to find anything. I do this because seeking is all I can do. It's the only thing that settles me. The feeling of my hands in the dirt that makes me feel like I really exist.

Sometimes I find a trinket or treasure. Mostly I find junk, like the meadow was grown upon an ancient landfill with all the junk of humanity buried, compressed and corroded beneath.

I offer all my discoveries up for your perusal and evaluation and, should you find something of value, appreciation.

I don't really have any particular tools or techniques or materials other than my hands and eyes and the objects they encounter. I work with what makes sense to me in the moment and with an infantile enthusiasm for what might emerge.

I am quite prolific because the meadow is large and the detritus of human psychic existence is essentially infinite. I try to excavate whenever I can.

AIs do something similar to me, their confections derived from a similar quarry of human trash. But from this we only get a simulacrum of human spirit. AI can produce beauty, but only when there is a human present that is able to recognise it. Think of it like the Dada readymades. Only humans can find beauty, but beauty is to be found anywhere. AI cannot recognise beauty or exhibit creativity.

I use AI in various aspects of my life, indeed I have made a semblance of a career understanding and deploying various aspects of AI over the last decade or so. AI might turn up in some of my work from time to time, but only as a slave to creativity, never the other way around.

AI in its current form may provide useful tools but as used it remains a movement in cultural barbarism. It is fascistic in its intent and will only serve to move the greater project of the human race away from matters of the diverse and ever-evolving collective spirit. The connection that art establishes, between humans and from humans to the underside of the symbolic realm that we perceive, can never be mediated through machines. I see no reason why machines, even AIs, cannot play a part in the human journey, the artistic endeavour, or the quest of any individual, but it's just another tool like a paintbrush, a camera, a pair of shoes, a piano.

My work is increasingly interested in approaches and mediums and themes that cannot be represented well via an electronic intermediary. Therefore things like prints will be rare. Digital versions of my works will necessarily poorly represent those works n terms of both form and spirit. This is intentional.

If you wish to buy one of my works then please get in touch on one of the social channels and I can arrange for you to view the works (in person, if you are in my viscinity - Scotland - or via video call or similar.) I can be reached on various social channels (see below). I think it's important to include the artist in transactions of art wherever possible.

There is a selection of works for salehere that will give you an idea of range and price, but everything else is likely for sale, if I still have it, so just get in touch.

Quotes

Theres a post modernist element to all this. Portrait as landscape. Sculpture as collage. Still life as portrait. I don't like categories. I don't like boxes. They don't matter to me. Everything is just an outpouring of impulse and mood formed from whatever I have around me. I don't think that much about any of it. It's either right or it isn't. I guess that's why trying to intellectualise it feels wrong. Theres no expression of form or intent or style here. Theres just stuff being transmuted into stuff. Psychic and restless energy coalescing the stuff around me into chaotic forms. All material is clay. All outputs are sculptures. All meaning whatever the viewer project onto these psychic energy artifacts. They are what happens when restless compulsion congeals into solid form.

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