these days..

worry

In my typical style, I panic if anybody takes notice.
Hence the uncharacteristic updates here, as I know nobody
is reading them...

..Panic is a constant state of mind for me at present..

This is the night before I install the paintings at the
church, having (half-heatedly) promoted the exhibition..
..I start well.. and then drift off..
(100 invitations printed.. but I think perhaps I should of
actually sent some of these out??!!)

I could worry myself to death about whether the typeface of
the titles is the correct point size..

Will the paintings speak for themselves? will they speak
loudly enough..

will anybody actually come see?

It will be what it will be...

..whatever that actually means..

1970's Polaroid Summer.

(For The Girl Least Likely To.)

Rehearsing my Choir

"Dreams in a Changing Landscape"

(Experiment IV;)

an exhibition of my work opens this weekend.
but.. this time instead of being in an art gallery
it will be held within a very beautiful church.

in the background,
the 'alteri chamber choir' will rehearse.

Hopefully, the choral sounds reflecting the
paintings, which, in turn, reflect our dreams
in this changing landscape.




Dreams in a Changing Landscape

Holy Innocents Church
Fallowfield, Manchester

Featuring a very special performance by
The Alteri Chamber Choir

Saturday 20th June, 3pm.

statement

It only took me two months to write the
following statement for the upcoming studio
brochure & exhibition...

..and I already had this statement, I only
changed the last sentence...

"My work is inspired by nature and the interaction of the mechanical and the man made element upon the landscape. Within my paintings, texture and surface is explored by using a variety of materials from traditional oil, and acrylic paint to the heavily layered and corroded use of metal and wire. My work presents an alternative view of this natural and chemical landscape and challenges pre-conceived beliefs in our own surroundings"

PS;

it's been nearly a year now,
so which thieving fucker stole
my background??

i've given you plenty chance to
return it..

legal action will now commence.

g&t

licking acid off my finger tips.
time for bed.

lets see what the light of morning
shines upon.

~ THE END ~ (I love you goodbye)

It was never going to be easy, well.. i knew that..!
the fight was long and hard, the wolf knew my weaknesses
and exploited them to the full..

i kept going away..

..but i kept coming back..

i could feel the layers of disquiet lifting.. pulling..
my head expanded and nearly blew..!!

but wolf, you lay wimpering..
..sitting looking pathetic..
in a pool of your own defeated piss..

i am no longer in fear of the wolf..

picking up where i left off (still i & ii) - i quickly
grabbed another canvas and painted the journey back home;
within the week i would be home at last!!

all the techniques i had learned along the way helped me
all i had to do was look up at the sky from the back of
my parents cortina & realise i always knew the world was
connected!

and i connected it!!

(Am I doing it?
Can I have it all now?)


i want to go home..


please?