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Some Sunday mornings when I wake

December 29, 2013

the beauty of a beastly life


I’ve got out of the habit of my Sunday morning writing with all the festivities and the confusion of my year ending thoughts.
In one sense my head still feels full, cluttered by years of detritus and the meaningless stuff that has filled my life. I’ve really felt the overwhelming force of capitalism in my life and the confusion it has wrought by filling my life and spaces with an endless deluge of stuff. The expectations, desire and steering forces of life in a world full of an economically prioritised direction have consumed the world and it’s an unavoidable phenomonen. The sheer weight of rubbish and sensory overload really bothers me as I try to gather my thoughts and condense my knowledge and understanding of life into a more formalised structure.

Angry Mantra

In my art I have always tried to explore a broad and lateral level of thinking, reducing it into a simple expression, which worked for me as an artist but got me no where in the art world. It clearly lacked the impact of the shouty world we live in and it became a game for me, holding out for as long as I could. But life in the margins is tough which is why I had to spice things up a little and play around a bit more. Now as an artist I’m very much a loose cannon and have the luxury of choice as to how I move forward, I have no place apart from the one I make. However I’m plotting my course my way and doing what I feel is right for me without compromise and that feels great. When you go for what you believe in it changes the game and creates a new energy. There is aso a different energy that comes to you from others, because you become a curiosity like a work in progress.

Contemporary F-arts

On a conceptual level I feel that I’m slowly getting somewhere with my direction as a vision materialises of what it is to be in the world I live in and how to express that through art.

Quite Simply


The simplicity of simple objects that contain the energy of the multitudes of thought are reappearing in my mind. It feels like I’m finding myself amidst the chaos and clutter that overwhelmed me. It’s so easy to get lost as an artist, as the world buffets you from every direction even pulling the carpet from under your feet, like a a kill or cure phenomonen, you just have to toughen up to survive with your integrity. But I didn’t enter a life in art for shallow reasons, I wanted my life to be an adventure and the chance to grow on a human level. I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine how tough it would be and how close to the edge it would take me, but it’s good to feel vibrant and alive. Life is for living and a gift not to be wasted, when I’m up at 2 or 3 in the morning it’s because I want to squeeze just a little bit more out of the day.


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