Thoughts

  • Plan? Nein. by Alex Loveless (2018)

    Plan? Nein. by Alex Loveless (2018)

    Acrylic and Mixed Media on Canvas. 70cm x 90cm.Click Here to Buy Prints

  • Totes Emosh

    Totes Emosh

    Totes Emosh by Alex Loveless (2018). Acrylic & Mixed Media on Canvas. 100cm x 100cm.

  • What Makes Us Stronger

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      โ€œWhat the hell are we supposed to do now?!โ€ I asked, panicked and confused. A genuine question โ€“ what should a hiker do when posed with such a predicament? Having no experience, I genuinely didnโ€™t know. The worried glances of my friends did nothing to calm me. They knew this was bad. โ€œGet the…

  • Self Portrait with Texture

    Self Portrait with Texture

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    I’m struggling to pin down when this was produced. It was painted using as its reference a Polaroid picture (which I still have) circa 1998/9. I barely remember making this. By the look of it, there was originally a highly textured abstract piece on the board, which presumably I didn’t like. Or perhaps I just…

  • Spaceship #1

    Spaceship #1

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    The theme here, if itโ€™s not obvious, is the relationship between nature, randomness, mechanism and determinism. The title is not whimsical. The 6 cell motif that dominates the half of the painting is a representation of a single state of a cellular automaton, one of infinite number possible, from Conwayโ€™s Game of Life. This particular…

  • Manga Mannequin Considering Jumping Into the Abyss

    Manga Mannequin Considering Jumping Into the Abyss

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    Here is a picture of my Manga Mannequin stood staring into the abyss. He seems fearful, hesitant, afraid even. He also has no face to tell us this with. No voice and no story. These Manga Mannequins do suggest a story, or perhaps a character, or element of culture, or something like that. There is strength…

  • Finished

    Finished

    It won’t find it hard to believe that I find it difficult to focus when on conference calls. A random floating piece of dust catching a mote of sunlight is enough to draw me a away from the matter in hand. The ceaseless distraction that is the social web is like a black hole sucking…

  • Violent Random Equilibrium

    Mornings are good. Spring is good. Spring mornings are all about change, and I like change. The anti-entropic thrust that brings colour and bustle to outside spaces is merely a part of a conspicuous cycle, but always feels fresh after the dormancy of winter. I walk my dog most mornings in a local park. The…

  • The Boxer

    The Boxer

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    This nice man came to a life drawing session and dressed as a boxer. I don’t know how many pensioners continue to box, so in that sense, the concept is a little incongruous. I suppose this old fighter has adorned his kit for one last time, perhaps to relive former glories and feel some of…

  • What is it like?

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    Iโ€™ve heard the question posed from time to time โ€œwhat does it feel like to have ADHD?โ€. No one has ever, to my memory, asserted this enquiry in my direction, but to be fair, anyone vaguely acquainted with me would know that asking that sort of question would result in too many minutes of their…

  • Lower Your Fidelity

    A recent musical binge on Car Seat Headrest has lead me to revisit the various lo-fi bands and albums I love from the 90’s. Both Will Toledo’s style and approach owe a lot to that movement, not least to Guided By Voices, but also Pavement, Sebadoh, Sonic Youth and various others to varying degree. Despite…

  • Pay to Win

    Pay to Win

    I find myself increasingly concerned for the plight of the younger generations. The older generations, who supposedly should be benefactors, mentors, and protectors of their kids’ and grandkids’ futures are repeatedly selling out their futures in favour of short term self interest, base prejudice and ego. While they frown on the kids as video games…

  • Samphire

    Samphire

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    This is what I saw sitting at the dining table in a holiday cottage in Devon on a recent trip. It suggests that I can see through walls, which I cannot, but my human brain is clever enough to infer what might be there.

  • I do not like this

    Here’s a painting I made that I do not like. It is, of course, of me, but I only ever meant to use myself as a model. I tried to make it not look like me, but I failed repeatedly and gave up. Perhaps there’s something to be read into that. Pretty much as soon…