COMPETITION - This PAINTING is FREE - this TAPE is FREE.
I am giving away my belongings - All I ask for is your surrender. SIGN UP TO MY MAILING LIST for secret gifts, first look at new work, exclusive pre-release or never to be released music, information on events etc.
In two weeks time I will give these two things away to two lucky disciples. So get it. Link in my biography, on my website, on internet.
First prize:
‘My Chin Slipped Into My Collar’
A portrait taken from the side of a coin.
Oils, varnish, fabric, ink, binding spread.
31cm x 22cm
Second Prize:
Groan Tape XII: ‘If It Wasn’t For The Other One.’
A double sided tape with a handmade cover. Arranged at Chasing The Hound Studios. This tape contains:
Side A - The Groan Vol.II: A full live performance of mine and Miranda Gray-Aragoneses’ experimental folk project ‘The Groan’.
Side B - Butchered Mass etc.: A one of a kind sound collage of field recordings, found sounds, demos, interviews, poems, improvised compositions and music from my records collection.
Share far and wide.
The most intense set I have seen The Groan play was earlier tonight, opening for Export/Import at @below.stonenest for @kneej3rk . #londonmusic #londonmusicscene #londonmusicians
Details of ‘Dark & Hot Waters I’
A study on the gaping mouth of a huge fish and a tarmac swamp I observed near the jungle. The fish is not in this image.
A painting taller than me - a lack of true face is bad food - a painting I am not allowed to show you yet - a hot swamp with feet on jetties swinging above - a boy in a straw hat on opium - a horrible skin condition - a chewed up stick in the mud next to a fire.
Will be sending this full painting out to all those on the mailing list. Lucky you. Giving a painting away - not this one - in next couple of weeks. More on that after Jesus has risen again. Email me if you’re interested in this one.
On Wednesday me and @randa.aragon performing a noise folk set in a crypt in @below.stonenest as ‘The Groan’ with @export.import.real x @kneej3rk@sodden_pelt playing in the rounds at The George Tavern on Thursday.
Process of a work in progress, untitled,
I gave my torso to the birds - the kitchen dresser was rotting in the garden so I got it in the back of the head - for mercy’s sake - lacrosse stems from blood sports - i have filled my shoe with glue - its the best decision I’ve made all week.
Details of Untitled WIP - A portrait.
oil, linen, two cups of the gutter on board
62cm x 89cm
Pile of work growing substantially - Trying to work out if posting it is as an effective calling card as some might have you think - Or whether it’s actually many hours of labour being pissed into the algorithmic hurricane and forgotten forever.
Reached compromise of only posting roughly 1/3 of the painting - This way I maintain the element of surprise - when it crawls its way into a hugely prestigious gallery - this way it also retains its worth of thousands if not millions of pounds - it retains the powers of mind control - it does not disturb the subject living inside - it is still mine - it is still worth thousands if not millions of pounds.
Shot In A Ware House, Both Cold & Tall Vol III:
I’ve been hiding on the other side of the earth - men suck beers from mid morning and throw me in the backs of their gravel trucks - kyle and myself are working on a film - I have returned to my studio, it is new but not shiny - some things are collapsing - some things are growing - I am gradually coiling into a ball of earth - nobody plays dominoes here - If I have learnt anything this year, it is that I will die in a vest - I am already shovelling turf - soon my house will collapse - I cannot stop thinking about decimated bridges.
Here are some more pictures we took whilst trying to get to grips with the film we wanted to make. The less explicit of the bunch. Afterwards we drank lots of beer and did lots of kissing. Juggling twenty paintings at the moment, not many finished, might buy a welder from lidl. I am in every single one of these photos.
You will see journals from Colombia one of these days.
‘There Is Warmth Under These Columns.’
Oil, ink, emulsion, concrete, straw on board.
An architectural study plucked mistily out of a very horrible dream.
Off the top of my head, 50cm x 80cm. TBC.
Available for purchase. ~~~~~~~~~~~
#londonartists #contemporaryart #oilpainting
Shot In A Warehouse, Both Cold & Tall : Set II
He watched as I crawled about, trying to make it all work and thinking about splatters.
Shot by @kyle__mccarthy
‘Sometimes I See A Face With A Spike Driven Through It.’ ~~~~~~~~~
A two year weather matured ply sheet. A rivet pilfered from under a big ship. Slashed up shirt, wire, oils. ~~~~~
I often sit in awe at the mastery of the elements as a textural artist. I have barely painted, more arranged.
Every time it moves, a little more crumbles away and here we are, doing the same.
Shot In A Warehouse, Both Cold & Tall: Set I
@kyle__mccarthy came and poked around at my open studio and has been doing so ever since - darker stuff in the post.
I am reaching the end of my last winter in my current studio. The objects within have throbbed around me as I’ve buried myself in oil and rust for three years.
But, the day is upon us.
That said, I am keen to shift some paintings off to homes and spaces, where people can gork at them all day and they will gather dust somewhere else. I do not intend on taking many of them with me. If you have ever thought about buying any of my paintings, now is the time to enquire. Please get in touch for a full catalogue.
I will attempt to show them somewhere and then I will bury the remainders in the woods for some years. So now is the time.
Ireland Blood Excursions & Residency Part IV: Keys, Doors & Crows.
One of the two houses in which I stayed was also home to locked and the unlockers. Stoves and crows. Layers of damp air and warm hands have left their mark for two centuries. Every evening, the murder ran its cascade, a thousand crows circle the stables below. Every time I see a bird bigger than a bag of flour I imagine it pecking out my eyes. I heard tales of a local driven mad by their squawking. I thought of Kiefer’s ‘Nevermore’ and Poe’s poem. All of it relentless.
001. Oonagh’s Door
002. Key No.1
003. Oonagh’s Door, Closer
004. Key No.2
005. Oonagh’s Other Door
006. Keys Together
007. A Stove & It’s Decay
008. A Trap Light
009. Oonagh’s Stove
010. Key No.3
011. Key No.4
012. Key No.5
013. Crows, The Biggest Murder I’ve Ever Seen
014. ‘Nevermore’ by Anselm Kiefer at The Royal Academy (@royalacademyschools
Ireland Blood Excursions & Residency Part III: Night Time & The Barn.
Many hours spent clung to Oonaghs table.
Many minutes spent sitting and skulking in the barn.
One man’s spider food is another man’s afternoon.
001: Writing & drawing at night with radio and stove.
002: Back left corner of barn, collapsed roof and trap.
003: Window, bike, sheet, pile.
004: Window, bike, sheet, caked ornate door.
005: Inviting pile of timber.
006: Left wall, wonky mad angular door.
007: Right wall, window, rope tangle.
008: Top floor excluding collapsed roof.
