January 2012
5 posts
sun
photos
collages
quotes from rappers attributed to non-rappers plus...
cartoons
November 2011
1 post
photos
September 2011
5 posts
extended drawings
continued drawing
further drawings
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More New Drawings
New Drawings
August 2011
2 posts
Talk
Well the point is, I think that you’re pissing a lot of people off and that you should be concerned about that.
I’m not though.
Well, then, I don’t know – I suppose that says something about who you are.
It does.
He lifts a cigarette to his lips. A red car drives slowly past – its two occupants, young black men with short hair, turn their heads in unison and look at him. He looks back,...
Mobile Phone Photos
July 2011
2 posts
future
Then there was that one evening when we went down to the stream, the little stream behind that row of garages, and do you remember we saw blood in the stream? I remember we were afraid at first, thinking it might be human blood but then we looked up the stream and there was a dead fox, caught in the branches wasn’t there? I remember your face when you looked at the fox, the way you clamped...
sleep
June 2011
6 posts
dreams
The horses in my dreams are always black, always huge, always writhing like flags. When awake, the horses are not with me but battle in dust somewhere, thick legs flailing, teeth snaring flesh, nature feeling stuck. I don’t know why they fight, but what from what I can imagine myself observing, what we are seeing played out is some sort of system, I can say no more than that. I am dreaming again,...
mobile phone photos
wood
hell
break
crossing
lines
Instructions for the Removal of an Unwanted Statue
The monument will be placed on a raft and cast out onto the milky froth of a moon-lit sea. In this light, the eyes will blaze like sermons from the skull; from between the toes, the rancor of villages un-built by the arms of an overthrow will seep out in sweats, vilifying the salt drenched basin. Furthermore, the waves will curl back, the sea winds will bulge against an unseen wall and the very...
holding hands
A man is wondering whether or not to hold hands with a woman who is nearly his girlfriend. The woman wants his hand and walks close to him, hanging her arm slightly further from her body than she would usually. The man feels the woman’s knuckles touch against his, several times; he thinks to himself that this may be a sign that she wants to hold hands with him. He considers that they have been...
Cole
Ice has formed around his limbs and head, thick ice through which can just be seen the ink. The ink spells a word along his forearm. A name; maybe his father’s, who I know to be dead. Maybe his lover’s, who never met his father. Living by the flat, grey sea; occasionally walking on its surface under low cloud, when the wind is calm and the gulls sit like old men on the groins - he has many...
driving
On long roads between places of small importance, the land sleeps deeply but dreams with a fervour that keeps me awake. The road runs side by side with the river, the river runs beneath the loaded stomachs of the clouds. In the river must lie bodies and bones, the fish must swim between the ribs and breed behind the eyes. I would like to lay down there, alive, in the silt – ribs still webbed and...
May 2011
9 posts
conversation between two men on a coastal walk
Is that a person in the water? I can’t see without my glasses. Is that a person? There, by the rock that’s sticking out, just beyond the one that looks like a turret, it looks like a person down there.
I don’t think so. I think it’s just a piece of something, caught up around the bottom of the rock. It’s not big enough to be a person I don’t think. Hang on, let me go...
continued from overleaf
…now, I have become part of a network - I have experienced a small number of things, natural things. For example, I have seen the point at which the young stream meets the curvaceous darkness of the sea and is uneventfully absorbed like an expected glance. I realise that I have not been misunderstood. I have not been mistreated. I have not learned my language. What I referred to earlier,...
salesmen
We travelled together too often, wifeless and hungry in hellish towns – peering down the shadow stained hallways of motels at the straight backs of departing chambermaids. Endless company. Drinking as though the liquor must be punished, spinning on bar stool axis through dimly lit nights and rising at the post-noon exhale. People can say what they want but we made money on those afternoons - we...
Peckham Mobile Phone Pictures 5 - Sniper Series
Separation
It is an autumn afternoon and the light is low and bronze. She stands at the window which is faced by a tall pine - green and thin. The ironing board is to her side. Folded clothes on the bed. Outside, down to the right, a man is burning sticks and leaves in his garden. She watches as he moves around contentedly. In her head a woman’s voice, probably her mother’s, is talking about the days when...
Peter
Peter’s one of those guys that, when he’s doing a job, that’s just it, he’s doing the job and it’s like there’s nothing else going on in the world. I swear, if Peter was tiling a roof or chopping down a tree or fixing a car and a damned bomb went off right next to him, he probably wouldn’t even look up. That’s just what he’s like when he’s doing a job. Don’t get me wrong, if you want something...
america
I untied the horses and let them go. Unbridled – eyes like pairs of black aces; I listened to hooves hit dust in the abandon of a gallop. The horses knew better than to run back to you, stood as you were in the black framed window with cigarette dipped between wrinkled lips, thinking about the shape of the sky with the night lain out on your narrow bed behind. I saw you from over by the water...
Some Recent Drawings
Veil
Arrows
War
Crouch
Trudge
Head Turn
It is a quiet afternoon. Mild. Grey sky. Wednesday. I move between the rooms of the flat. Through walls, beneath ceilings, past chairs. Gently voyaging across the idle sea of post-noon hours. Thinking. Watching the men at work in the street below who are doing something to the kerbs and across the street in the derelict buildings where they’ve taken off the roof, exposing an old matrix of deep red...
March 2011
5 posts
Mechanic
More New Drawings
Voice
After Work Crowd
Ladder
Colour Head 1
Colour Head 2
Untitled
Old Love
Line
Regular
Untitled
Storm
Suits
Supper
Landscape
New Drawings
Man
Peckham - Mobile Phone Pictures 4
Tower
Benches
Straight
February 2011
4 posts
Afternoon Fight
At just before 1pm last Wednesday, two men fought in the middle of the square outside the library. One of the men had a short length of metal pipe, which he used to beat his opponent about the head. The other man had only his fists and he swung them in wide arcs, occasionally connecting with his enemy but mostly troubling nothing but the air. A lot of people stood and watched the fight, including...
Drawings From the Last Few Days
Peckham - Mobile Phone Pictures 2
QUOTE
Me: What do you think of blogging?
Gary Grace: I can’t think of a word bad enough to describe it.
Me: I couldn’t agree more.
January 2011
11 posts
29/1/11 POWER HOUR!
IRISH GOODBYE
EGYPT
NOOSE-LADEN
DESKY MCWORK
THE RED
BURN
MONEY GREEN
ALL AGES NO SHOW
ALL BEHIND ME
WAVES
HIM AGAIN
BOAT FIRE
26/1/11
Peckham - Mobile Phone Pictures
On a Bus
I’m on a bus. The bus is travelling along Old Kent Road in South London. It is a flawless January day and the lazy, mid-afternoon sunshine is streaming into the bus from the left hand side. The people around me are talking in other languages on mobile phones, staring ahead into their own lives, rocking like bouys as the bus manoeuvres blearily through the currents of traffic. Another bus,...
20/1/11 Some New Drawings
2 Men
Man
Skull
Boy
Beast
11/1/11
Today’s date is a palindrome. This is the first time in over 900 years that this has occurred.
I didn’t do very much artwork today; well, I did, but I just worked more on the paintings that I’ve been working on for the past two days and I don’t think anyone’s really interested in seeing them again, although they have been slightly altered - maybe I’ll post...
10/1/11
I realise that it’s now past midnight and so technically it’s now the 11th, but seeing as I try to avoid getting up before midday wherever possible, I count 12 noon as being the start of the day.
Today, this painting:
Became this painting:
Still in progress.
Also, this painting:
Became this:
Apologies for the bad picture quality.
Did some more work on this...
Things I've Done Today - 9/1/11
I mentioned in one of my posts yesterday that I’m going to begin posting some or all of the artwork, writing and photography that I do each day; something like a diary of my production. So, now it’s happening.
The past week or so I’ve been watching the Series One box set of the programme ‘The Twilight Zone’. I’ve never been very interested in Science Fiction,...
More Recent Artwork
These are the drawings I have had (and still are) exhibited at the Empire Gallery in Bethnal Green in London:
I managed to sell this one a few weeks ago, so it’s no longer on display in the gallery:
My friend Dave bought this one off me for his mum:
These are some mini-drawings I’ve been doing on blank business cards:
I did this one for my friend Zara in return for her...
Recent Artwork
Here are some of the pieces of artwork I’ve done in the past month or two.
I started using charcoal for the first time, I enjoy using it because you can make pictures extremely quickly:
Those of you who are fans of the classic British comedy ‘Fawlty Towers’, may be interested to know that this next picture is my imagining of the portrait drawn by the character Polly, of...
Back.
I’ve been away for quite awhile. Now I’m back
In 2011 I want to post, everyday, a photograph or short film, a piece of writing and a piece of artwork, that I have produced on that day. I don’t think that it will be too difficult to produce the work, but the problems may occur by way of my internet connection, which is a fickle cyber-mistress. Due to the fact that on many days I...