'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Friday, April 29, 2011


At the waters edge a combined effort had become exhausted.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

The impossibility of escaping you

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Self deprecating portrait with irritable 'pull me' drawstring encumberance.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


A small drawing, from amongst the leaves of my last book. It frustrates me how there is one instinct for reason and another flagrantly against it. It's a tireless battle that I'd be naive to ever expect to be free of. When we talk about freedom, this is where the dialogue should always begin.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The land of the blind

Monday, March 21, 2011

Approach with care.

This particular deity has been approached incorrectly. Two well meaning, though ignorant adherents to the benefits of worship crossed the line too early and had themselves disproportionately torn apart, strapped to the deity's back (by wiser minions) and with each right leg sucked into the deity's ear tubes, slowly recycled into a kind of mulch, not all that very different to the deity's excretia, and an ambrosia ultimately for the honorable growth of roses.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Assemblage In Search of a White Horse

Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Garden

Tuesday, December 07, 2010


Thursday, November 11, 2010