Tom Biddulph

SLOP MAKING SENSE. JUST SLOP OIL. SLOP ME IF YOU THINK YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE. SLOP, DROP AND ROLL. SLOP, LOOK AND LISTEN. SLOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING. DON’T SLOP BELIEVING. DON’T SLOP ME NOW. DON’T SLOP THE MUSIC. DON’T SLOP TIL’ YOU GET ENOUGH. SLOP THE STEAL. SLOP THE BUS. SLOP THE WAR. ONE SLOP SHOP. THE BUCK SLOPS HERE. PULL OUT ALL THE SLOPS. WHISTLE-SLOP TOUR. SLOP! IN THE NAME OF LOVE. SLOP! OR MY MOM WILL SHOOT. SLOP! HAMMERTIME. FULL SLOP. EMERGENCY SLOP. SLOP MOTION. CAN’T SLOP WON’T SLOP. GLOTTAL SLOP. SLOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT. SLOP AND SEARCH. NON-SLOP. SOMEBODY SLOP ME. NOTHING’S GONNA SLOP US NOW. THIS IS THE FINAL SLOP. Reflective vinyl on shaped aluminium. I’m considering doing a small edition of these, get in touch if you want to fill your house with slop.

PING KING RISING Machine-knit fabric, 3M reflective vinyl Continuing to explore poetry made from found text, this piece is composed entirely from text found on clothing during this year’s @dkmntl festival. A tribute to the person that you inevitably spot early on the first day of a festival, already going super hard. You think maybe they’re just here for one day; but 48 hours later, as the sun sets on the final day of the festival, you see them going just as hard. The text is printed onto a machine-knit reproduction of an old 35mm photo from a previous year of the festival, shown on the last slide. (For the pure of heart; ‘ping’ is a UK slang term for ecstasy pills)

WHAT’S MINE IS YOURS Like much of Wigan (UK), Mesnes Park was once the site of multiple working collieries (coal mines), supplying the coal that powered the Industrial Revolution and kept the country running. When the coal was depleted in the late 1800s, the land was given to the people of Wigan to be used as a place of community and recreation. Working in the mines was a brutal job. George Orwell’s book ‘The Road to Wigan Pier’ documented the backbreaking work, the ever-present danger and the ‘eternal dirt’ experienced by the miners. But shared hardship forms strong bonds and the tight-knit communities that formed around the mines became extended families that always took care of their own. Even to outsiders such as Orwell, they were welcoming and generous. These communities lasted well into the 20th century, until the Thatcher government’s decision to close the mines in favour of cheaper imported coal. A collapsing mine would instantly claim the lives of any unlucky miners caught in it; the collapse of the mining industry itself was to be the slow death of entire communities and towns. With the main source of income gone and essentially abandoned by the government, the consequences of the closures can still be felt today, but the warm generosity of the people remains. WHAT’S MINE IS YOURS is a site-specific artwork, installed on the pavilion building in Mesnes Park in November 2025, and will hopefully find a permanent home in Wigan in early 2026. A huge thank you to everyone involved, especially Jude and Gemma from Things That Go On Things, and Tony and team at Neon Creations. 
Commissioner @thingsthatgoonthings Neon @neoncreations Frame Jon Male Install @leeway_creative + Col

I NEVER READ, I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES Using only the text found on other people's clothes to write a poem, which is then printed back onto individual garments, line by line. This image shows the full poem across all the garments. To see the breakdown of each line, check the individual garment posts. The complete poem reads: PERFECT EARTH ON FIRE, WHERE’S MY UTOPIA? I CAN SEE THE FUTURE TIMES, I’M OUTTA HERE GLOBAL MIND FUCK OVER AND OVER, THAT’S LIFE PAY ATTENTION DREAMER, PUBLIC ENEMIES MASK PRIVATE EQUITY COMPLETE ARSEHOLE FASHION ESSENTIALS, DON’T TOUCH WHAT YOU CAN’T AFFORD LUCKY GOON SECURITY HERE TO HELP YOU KEEP YOUR DISTANCE HOW YOU DOIN? SORRY HUMAN, NOBODY CARES: WORK HARDER NO ONE IS NORMAL, DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY BUT DIFFERENT DUBSTEP’S DEAD BIGGIE, GUESS IT WAS ALL A DREAM CONTEMPORARY PARTYING IS SO HARD, THERE IS NO GUEST LIST TONIGHT ONLY STRONGER COCAINE, THE SPORTSMAN’S BEER CHAOTIC BAD BOYS MEASURE TWICE, CUT ONCE GOOD MORNING SINNERS, ANYONE WANNA FUCK? BAD DECISIONS MAKE GOOD STORIES HARDCORE JUICY PROTOTYPES, ALWAYS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Some installation shots of 'I Never Read, I Just Look At Pictures' on display at A Flag Gallery earlier this year. Thanks to everyone that came to see the show, the response was very touching. Books are still available via @grandopening.party

PERFECT EARTH ON FIRE, WHERE'S MY UTOPIA? 1/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.

I CAN SEE THE FUTURE TIMES, I'M OUTTA HERE 2/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.

GLOBAL MIND FUCK OVER AND OVER, THAT'S LIFE 3/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.

PAY ATTENTION DREAMER, PUBLIC ENEMIES MASK PRIVATE EQUITY 4/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.

COMPLETE ARSEHOLE FASHION ESSENTIALS, DON'T TOUCH WHAT YOU CAN'T AFFORD 5/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.

LUCKY GOON SECURITY HERE TO HELP YOU KEEP YOUR DISTANCE 6/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.

HOW YOU DOIN? SORRY HUMAN, NOBODY CARES: WORK HARDER 7/14 An obsession with photographing the words that people wear leads to a collection of images. Carefully sequencing the images shapes them into a poem that speaks of the pain, the pleasure, and the often banal reality of being alive today. Printing the poem line by line onto different garments returns it to the world of text on textiles. I NEVER READ I JUST LOOK AT PICTURES A poem written with a camera and spoken aloud across fourteen garments. Currently on show at A Flag gallery, Amsterdam.