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I have finally cut out all of the odious tasks that take me away from painting, gone are the trips out for banking, docters, shopping, telefone, regional weekly news, all now dealt with on-line, even the television has been replaced by podcasts that now bring me an endless supply of arts programmes.




section of much larger though unfinished work


Some question why I banish my television to the basement, even those of the artistic clique question my elimination of such social research, the answer is simple; the television just brings in the real world, the one that I keep at arms reach as to not influence my work!

The real world is just outside my doorstep, the real world is just a reminder of where I have come from and, that 'where I come from world' did not include me as an artist in it, I do not miss it and have not since it went away, that is not to say that i am infallable to some level of withdrawl so, while keeping that in mind I eased myself away from it, a little at a time.

The sound was the first to go replaced by internet radio, a channel for every mood at either end of the scale, each time I looked at the screen to see what was happening however, all i could see were the silent images of misery, be it the news, the soaps or just your average day to day entertainment. Faces contorted with rage as there seemed a constant flow of agressors pouring out a barrage of anger, the reflection for such events however seemed to provide little respite from the strength of emotional outpouring, the story of the victims, with eyes filled with sorrow, pain or sadness, it is emotions that reach out from the television and not the emotions i am seeking for my current works.




section of much larger unfinished work




I have an exhibition in February, an exhibition where I have given myself the singular theme of 'self''. nothing more. it is not about myself directly, it is about art, uncontaminated, it is about the world that I see away from the normal vistas of life, it is about looking a little deeper into my environment and finding a different world even co-existing alongside apparent reality, a different and paralell world even. the images are borne of the minds abilty to reconstruct, the 'order from chaos', it is these visions unseen except by me as I look and ponder over that which most walk by oblivious.


This is the first time that I have had the physical ability to create in this manner since 1999 with the past 9 years being quite hectic and very much un art orientated, now however having fought long and hard to reestablish good working conditions I can only hope for a good show in February, I dont mean a good show from a viewer point of view, when art becomes something of a spectator sport it loses pretty much loses all of its meaning, neither do I infer the same to the likes of profit, sales or even thoughts of income, for the latter to even rear its ugly head within the same converstion as art is to me quite appalling; someone once said something along the lines that when you start to paint for profit, your painting will suffer, I think it was a poet or playrite, it matters not,

it is true.