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A delicious serving of tube ends and globs and scrapings. Quite unrepeatable due to the sheer volume of paint and drying time (possible still curing)

1020 x 1220mm Heavy bodied acrylics – partially air blown to distort and sculpt the acrylics. First impressions last but... last impressions linger. An analysis of my gut grabbing paranoid echo brought on by interaction with new people, wondering how I was perceived. Mostly stirs If I feel like I have concluded looking like an idiot. This series is white – the photographs have been taken to show the texture of the works so may appear slightly grey on your monitor. They are designed to create fine shadows that move (or set with) with the light source both natural and artificial. Can be hung in many orientations. I see it hanging on an angle like picture below

Flags are all good for kids, waving and dancing in the breeze. They go very well with kites and look great flying from trees. But when you give one to an adult the trouble will really start. They will bitch and moan about which is best and by lunch time blow each other apart. Today I had the courage to burn all your flags!

1180x585mm 2015-16 Acrylic on wood panel… We beat it, stab it, burn it, cut it, bribe it, hide and cover up the damage, brand it, pin life to it, shoot it, spear it with our wars to pieces, distract it, fill it with dis-ease, hooks and catches but most painful of all is we neglect it, allowing it to loose direction and wither. To be a functioning muscle it needs regular maintenance and kindness. Pure poetic mythology built so meticulously The masters of the hive have been making plans, busy little bees are they. Building, building, building their strategies with the visionary foresight of ignorarrogance. To do to others what no one should have to survive,endure or be obliterated by for nothing more than rich dirt or a kickback. A precipice; a free fall of power gobbling machines frantically made aware of its self cannibalism yet unaware of its insatiable hunger. A bi-fold evolution, those of the land and those of the gunpowder. The weapons are winning right now because the children are dying, the witnesses distracted and the actors feel no shame. Faith is no longer a factor because the idolised death tools are gods now and trade unrestrained amongst all the killer faithful. No matter what persuasion or belief, you are banked on by the payroll master with imaginary money, factory lines while their sticky ears, eyes and electric glares are looking to see if you know the plans, if you in on the game or do you pose a threat. The people of the lands I pray you not corrupted and that you see things for what they are… Recognise that we have choices to prolong the pain or that every being can do what they can do to turn it around. Have the eyes to see that although it may look bleak at times we can still realise our advantages that numbers and that we know the land. It has come down again to the antique situation where the few want the all the bread, cake and fish eggs and refuse to see the hungry from way up in the towers. I ask that insanity prevail and that all the no matter where you sit on the hierarchy, that ALL warriors realise forgiveness together and turn swords to plowsharesIs this the time for you to turn on your moral compass and understand shit? – really understand it!

The unobserved deletion of the last of its kind. You don’t know what you have until it is gone, sometimes you don’t know it is gone to miss it…

Title: Empire's contentious rescue those folks that promise liberation and freedom never fail in their product delivery... Oils on canvas 900mmx600mm 2016

Pin the box on me Oil on Canvas big painting at 1530 x 1010mm - there can be only one of this one - I had a soul desire to bring this image to reality and it took a really long time to get it there. The photo does not do it complete justice it was a very hard pic to shoot and I slightly enhanced the black background. Its not new new but it hasn't been seen by many people yet This major work is my contemplation of the perception limiting boxes I am assigned by subterfuge, judgement, prior deed and proclamation of certainty that sharply narrow the window of observation into my being and also in my acquired ignorance the boxes I meticulously create that limit my perception of myself. Opinions eviscerated by awareness, time and change. it is titled… The layered pomposity of assumed identity Oil on Canvas big painting at 1530 x 1010mm – there can be only one of this one – I had a soul desire to bring this image to reality and it took a really long time to get it there. The photo does not do it complete justice it was a very hard pic to shoot and I slightly enhanced the black background. Its not new new but it hasn’t been seen by many people yet

It is my way of showing my disgust at all the humans who feel it is their right to obliterate the innocent... this happens to be a Gaza girl crushed into the dust - but it could be anyone's child as the warslugs know no boundaries and do not discriminate when killing. Those gaining power through war, profiteering from it and inflaming it are the real terrorists. You know who you are and you are a disgrace to the species. Your hunger can never be satiated. My brushes are my only weapon... so if you collude in dark corners, steal a grain of rice from a child , plunder the poor, bomb the innocent or delight in seeing the pain of your fellow earthlings no matter how remotely you do it and how you rationalise it to yourself... My brushes are against you!