Tuesday, 7 April 2015


Artist's Statement

The pieces are expressed in two layers: the materials that I paint on, and what is painted on this surface. Both of these elements are integral to the work.
The work begins unplanned. Line drawings, markings, painted strokes and scribbles are made with numerous mediums including oil, lumber stick, resin stick, charcoal, graphite and ink. I work on either simple wood panels or choose from a collection of found materials – such as old tabletops, cabinet doors, wood blocks wrapped in canvas, and old book covers.
Recently the work has expanded to installation pieces and books. Installations involve images drawn/painted directly on the gallery walls, which are eventually painted over. The transient nature of the images is part of the work. When working with the books, images are either added to the pages, or pages are removed and new pages are stitched in.
The drawings/markings are created primarily with my non-dominant hand. The use of my left hand allows me to draw in an unpracticed manner – an attempt to capture the purity or innocence of a child’s drawing. I am not conscious while I work of representing a specific story or idea in the pieces. The exact meaning of a piece in many instances eludes me – in the end I am more often struck by an emotional response to what I paint and draw.


Saturday, 4 April 2015

Jack Kerouac

Early morning gentle rain,
  two big bumblebees
Humming at their work

Jack Kerouac, Book of Haikus

Monday, 30 March 2015

Ralph Waldo Emerson

“To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same fields, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again”

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via birdsong217)

Charles Reznikoff

"I will walk by myself
and cure myself
in the sunshine and the wind."
— Charles Reznikoff, from “Autobiography: New York,” Poems 1918-1975: The Complete Poems of Charles Reznikoff(Black Sparrow Press, 1977)

Friday, 27 March 2015

Sylvia Plath

The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans
Atop the broken universal clock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Out painted stages fall apart by scenes
While all the actors halt in mortal shock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.
Streets crack through in havoc-split ravines
As the doomstruck city crumbles block by block:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Fractured glass flies down in smithereens;
Our lucky relics have been put in hock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.
The monkey's wrench has blasted all machines;
We never thought to hear the holy cock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Too late to ask if end was worth the means,
Too late to calculate the toppling stock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans,
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.

--Sylvia Plath

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Sirn Thomas Wyatt

A Description of Such a One As He Would Love

A face that should content me wondrous well
Should not be fair but lovely to behold,
With gladsome cheer all grief for to expel;
With sober looks so would I that it should
Speak without words such words as none can tell;
Her tress also should be of crisped gold;
With wit; and thus might chance I might be tied,
And knit again the knot that should not slide.
 1503–1542, Sir Thomas Wyatt

Saturday, 17 January 2015

Hunter S. Thompson

Life should not be a journey to the grave
with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming,

“Wow! What a ride!”


Saturday, 3 January 2015

Amy Key

To A Clothes Rail

Dress folded as an envelope and posted to me
Hand-me-down dress taken up, then taken down again
The one worn once, to a party
Age-appropriate dress
Dress the colour of your skin long underwater
Margot dress, Marianne dress, Marie-Antionette dress
Paper dress, never worn, purely decorative
Dress employed as stand-in
Silk dress with scenes from Labyrinth
Pattern for a dress, unmade
Dress embroidered with every song I’ve ever loved
Pinafore that comes with caveats
Two sizes too small dress, bought for its primrose
One last seen doing the hula down the precinct
Shift once worn in a dream
Dress as though assembled from vegetable peelings
Woodland dress in the style of a fawn
Poppy-print shirtwaist, won in a tombola
Dress for slow-dancing to ‘Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand)’
Fancy dress in want of a petticoat
Cocktail-drinking dress, un-sittable-down in
Dress best worn with brutalist pendant
Smock to bring to mind a meadow
Old-fashioned dress in crepe with self-covered belt
Little black dresses (numerous)
Acid light projections dress for crazing the eyes
Formal wear gown for selling on eBay
Dress bought for funeral, frequently worn to detach from death
Dress last worn when someone cried for you
Fretful dress, to be cut up for rags
Palladium dress for looking into mirrors in
A cake of a dress – whipped to frou-frou
Scented dress of mustard seed, orange peel and almond milk
Glitter-bellied hummingbird dress
Ex-favourite dress, now not quite right
Perfectly acceptable dress, given the circumstances