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The Art of Fluidifying Identity

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I find it hard to keep track of linear timelines so when I say I started blogging about seven years ago it is with a bit of give and take. Anyway I’d felt troubled and unable to express myself, perhaps it was the years of solitude and lifes stinky pressures, but whatever it was, the it had made me feel locked in. As an artist I felt unable to express myself with any meaning or purpose, wrestling with the strength to be honest and candid. So I blogged, did social media and real life stuff too, messing about with art, writing and any form of expression I could play with. I just wanted to feel free to express myself in an honest and fearless way, so that I could offer something of value as an artist.


I didn’t think it would take so long to find my way but it did,  seven years (I think), firstly there was the painful deconstruction and then the rebuilding from the wreckage and finally a year to reflect, out and away from art. It’s funny life, because often you just amble along blissfully unaware of who and what you are because everything feels alright. But then when it all goes wrong and you try to resolve your despair, it’s a whole new game which can be profoundly complex. The truth is that the whole experience exposed deep flaws within my approach to life which effected my approach to art and social interaction. I’d become closed and defensive from the years of being judged as an artist and I just needed to walk away from myself and who I’d become.


During this time I’ve found the whole process of blogging very cathartic and empowering on a few levels. Firstly I found a way of articulating thoughts and then by finding the courage to share my thoughts I felt able to state anything I wished, this in turn helped my art because I felt able to share and explore any ideas with a reduced level of fear. Now my art had no rules to follow and it didn’t matter if people liked it or not, because I was finding the courage to openly express myself once again. Art was becoming an open expression for me, without the need for a space, place or recognition, it didn’t even have to exist. I knew my art was neither good or bad because I realised that such judgements are based purely on subjective criteria.


The struggle which I’ve gone through has really opened my eyes and allowed me to see how within my society I had become institutionalised by the convention of institution and establishment protocols. I felt I had to learn to see the world through my own eyes and to decipher my own interpretation and take on life. And it was highlighted through my struggle to justify my own work to myself after it was rejected formally wherever I offered it within the art world. Here I was able to see that the freedom of art is compromised by the movers and shakers of the art world and furthermore it highlighted the whole categorisation of art within society as nothing more than an invented human made concept. In turn I became aware that society is often led and governed by past precedents that often fail under scrutiny yet we follow them without questioning. Moreover I saw art within society as an area which has become corrupted by the rich as they playfully buy and sell it in the public domain, using it for purposes beyond the respectful sharing of human expression.


I really don’t want to appear negative in my writing and sharing of thoughts because I’ve always looked for positives even in the darkest of places. And this whole adventure of mine or life as its formally known is about exploring freedom and understanding existence through human expression. However it can become really complex and compromised by the circumstance and formalities of society. The thing is that I can’t help but see art as an open language of human expression and communication, bound only by the limitation of the mind and senses. And it’s in this invitation to explore freedom that you feel your wings have been clipped by the formal conditioning which society imposes upon people in order to establish control and order.


The good news for me is that I think I understand my predicament now and that I’m psychologically strong enough to explore the possibilities without the need for any reward or validation. I also feel capable of exploring more extraordinary ideas without the need to justify it to myself as being relevant to anything, because there really are no boxes to tick. After all art is really quite anarchistic, an open exploration of the great abyss, using whatever materials or methods are available. I do have a lot of work to do and ground to cover but with art you always feel at the beginning with an eternal “begin again” mentality. And that is the attraction of art, hope optimism and discovery, it’s just like a big playground for the imagination and senses to explore.


On a more pragmatic note I’m aware that through my work I will also have to make a living and just maybe that will ground me and keep me centred as I move along. But whatever happens along the road I feel prepared to embrace change with a more fluid approach. Even my identity feels more fluid now as a result of my soul-searching, which is also a reflection of the time in which we live.


Art really is about ecstasy and despair, highs and lows and the great contrasts which create dissonance and tension from which creativity emerges. And as an artist ones life becomes subjected to this torment as you tear yourself apart in the life-long search for inspiration. It can never be easy and if it is, it’s because you’re not trying hard enough. And yet for all the effort you pour into your art there’s only ever a brief moments of satisfaction with the odd good work because when you’ve finished something, it falls into the past as you have to move forward. Moving forward with the blank canvas or bag of clay (or empty space), which needs that inspiration to fill, form and shape, trapped in the begin again cycle.

Thanks for reading and have a great day. 🙂


So What’s Your Philosophy?

I don’t think anyone has ever asked me what my life philosophy is and I don’t expect anyone is really interested in it. However for me its central to my life and wellbeing and what occupies my thoughts on a daily basis. No matter how busy my life is or how distracted I am by the pressing needs of survival within society I just can’t help but think beyond the mundane. Thinking about meaning and purpose beyond the confines of societal programming and wondering why human experience within society seems to be so limited.

It’s like there are two truths of being, my compliant social soul and my free thinking soul, which are not really compatible. This is because there’s no formal place for freedom as much as there is no place for formality within the realms of freedom. Although this may sound like an irrelevance it does cause many issues on the more social levels of being, often making life feel irrelevant to the formal cause of human existence. I think the dilemma often arrives out of a questioning of beliefs in which beliefs hold us to a way of thinking that we don’t truly understand. We just believe and hold onto beliefs as markers of our identity within the social framework of society, never really questioning them to destruction.

Politics is one area of social custom that is the result of formalizing an approach to the governance of social grouping. It’s a societal invention/evolution and a way of making us see the world in a more specific way, but does the political environment of the 21st century fit the spiritual requirements of our time. And do we allow ourselves to be governed by harmful doctrines which do not allow human freedom and planetary harmony. And if we do allow this knowing the consequences of our behaviour why do we allow it. Why do we allow the greed of capitalism to eat the earths resources and litter the planet with toxic detritus. Is it because we are so controlled by our societies that we are unable and incapable of effecting change.

It seems like we are governed by our past, a formalised way of living and being that leads to conflict, oppression and exploitation. A hierarchical system in which the masses are held by tribal identities, so instead of humanity uniting, its unity is divided to maintain a status quo. A world held together and encouraged by difference. It’s like sport is a key contributor to identity on a local level, a mechanism of society through which we are divided by (for example) the football teams we support and on a national level we are united against our division from international rivals. Why do countries try so hard to do well at the olympics to the point of drugging athletes, is running faster really that important. Is victory at the expense of a loser really so wonderful, to me it seems incredible that so much energy is placed in exploring human difference as opposed to human unity. So sport not only supports and reinforces the notion of hiearchy, it also acts as a distraction and encourages primitive tribal values of difference which is often the cement of nationhood and national pride.

So in the 21st Century war and conflict prospers as human beings continue the age-old conflict of tribal conflict. Competing for land minerals and global dominance in what is ultimately a futile exercise of repetition without really learning and I mean really learning about human welfare. A world unable to move forward, divided by religion, politics and ethnicity, when we are all born as innocents into this world. And this is my big issue as an artist, I was born as just another innocent being into this world and then I was shaped and moulded by my society, a society which I still don’t really believe in and a civilisation that is far from civilized.

Human life is just astonishing and under the scrutiny of objective analysis, formal society  makes little sense. No sense that we as humans impose an order of limitation upon ourselves that formalizes our existential reality into the confines of a narrow set of beliefs. And its this deliberate construction of society that can’t contain or satisfy the human freedom which an artist searches for as they look for authenticity and truth. To hide behind logic, rational thinking, religion, politics and common sense is just to bury your head in the sand whilst denying the true complexity of existence.

As an artist I don’t feel bound to anything, I’m not interested in conflict or identity, I don’t even want to be held by entrenched beliefs. All I want is to be able to express myself in some way that feels authentic to what I understand of my soul purpose, to maintain a fluidity within my thoughts. To feel the reality of my own life outside of what is imposed upon me as a result of my geographical location. To this extent I can neither succeed or fail on a human level or within the framework of society, because my time as a being is just an exploration.

And at the moment that is pretty much my philosophy 🙂

Have a lovely day

The Impossibility of Truth

I’ve recently come to a stark realisation about the effect of social engineering upon my soul and life’s purpose. In particular how my own human truth is compromised by my truth within the social context of society and how my approach to art has been influenced.

I’ve become increasingly aware of how society constrains our curiosity and dreams. But making art has shone a light for me and allowed me to see through what I once believed. How we’re indoctrinated into formal schools of approach to all subject matter and how difficult it is to think beyond these parameters.

I can say that I still don’t feel entirely free to think without external influence and that I have no fixed idea of what is true to my purpose or if there is a truth. But at least for now my thoughts are becoming more fluid as I address the concerns of an authentic artistic expression.

As a one time traditionalist I’ve had to turn away from a more classical approach to art and look for something new which satisfies a more fundamental urge to express my humanity. Art that is not about institutional conformity but instead a free and open-ended drive without an expectation of outcome.

Following a confrontation of my conformity I’ve reached a turning point where I no longer wish to follow a creative life within the parameters laid out before me. This is more within my thinking than practice in that I want to be able to think and explore without constraint.

Art for me is that place without boundaries which is why it’s crucial to a healthy society and why it’s so important that some artists seek a deep and meaningful truth. Here art is about leading thoughts and the courage to explore possibilities that may fail to be understood or even fail on a conceptual level.

So I want to make art which searches through the discomfort as well as the comfort of being. Art which challenges what we think we know, art which directs us to a truth. Art which opens our hearts and minds to possibilities that once felt beyond our grasp. Art which allows us to see from a new perspective, art beyond our comfort zones.

This is my challenge and in this next chapter of my life I will look to follow the impossible truths of life. To express myself and just see what happens as I return to my roots and earlier approach to life and art. The glory days before I was knobbled by the whole formality of the stinky art world.

Thanks for reading and have a lovely day 🙂

Like Most Normal People

We choose paths in life which lead to our own bespoke adventures. In my life I’ve always been provoked by the temptation to be honest with myself, to cut through the bullshit and see life in its naked truth. I have played the game at times and chased a rat or two however I soon got bored with the ego flattering rewards that had no substance under scrutiny. And it’s because of disappointment that I’ve searched for some substance and truth to create an impression of existential validation.

A life beyond competitive concerns in which there is nothing to prove because what is actually right and wrong or good and bad. Are some things better or just different, is a belief a transitory affliction or a life long shackle. I don’t have any answers because I don’t really know or understand anything with absolution. I just feel that certainty is an ephemeral state in a life subject to a flow which requires change and readjustment. Because life changes us if we can release our beliefs and open up our minds.

In my life and works as an artist I’ve never felt contentment and resolution because of lifes fluid nature of existence in which there is no singular solution or achievement. The I can’t get any satisfaction bit has been one of my toughest challenges, because it stripped me of any ambition beyond the desire to express myself in some way. I found a human truth within that doesn’t need validating in any formal way. So as an artist I look to express myself through exploring what feels relevant to my lifes circumstance.

As an artist I became tired of my art being used to judge me and I became tired of defending my creativity. Tired of trying  to get backing so I could share my work with a bigger audience. Bottom line is I’m just another ordinary single soul, an equal looking for a meaning and purpose. There is an irony to my tale, which is, that the lack of success led to my greatest success. Because in the soul-searching which my struggle provoked, I was forced to see life from a new perspective. A perspective which set me free and able to move in new directions, beyond what I imagined possible.

I still struggle on a material level but my mental torment has dissipated, simply because I’ve nothing to prove to anyone. It’s an outsiders perspective which I feel gives me a greater understanding of society, the mechanics of capitalism and its effects on humanity. As an artist I think one often feels the effects of society without truly being a part of it, because of the unquantifiable nature of expression. I don’t feel like a stakeholder in my society because I don’t feel a strong connection to it, or not as connected as I feel to my own humanity. My sense of belonging is to the cause of existence and not the cause of specific societal confinement.

Identity is important to me but when I look at the world I see a cultural, political and religious divide in humanity. One species divided and warring in a spiral of negative conflict and blood-letting. A world where geography dictates who and what we are. Which is why standing behind a flag of national pride may in fact be a slightly false identity engineered through cultural conditioning. I’m a product of Britain therefore I’m British, but what if I don’t feel British or if I disagree with Britishness. What if I feel like a citizen of nowhere and just an existential entity. How then do I define myself and do I need to feel the belonging to a collective identity. The real question being is how can I feel free whilst being confined by the parameters of one society in a divided world? The answer for me has been to become more withdrawn and to focus my mind on thinking in my own private space. To take that journey in my mind where there are no rules

Like think writing out aloud here in my blog where I share some thoughts and let my unfettered thoughts float free in this little space and place. My place of words where I want to be able to have a conversation without reservation, although it can be a bit of a monologue city. But the amazing thing is, that the discipline of writing my blog allows me to formally process my thoughts and it clarifies my thinking allowing me to move forward in a similar way to my art making practice. It’s also liberated me in that I feel enabled to say, write or feel anything, to be comfortable with my own voice and thoughts. To accept the eccentricity which defines individuality within the similarity the collective existence of most normal people.

Have a great day 🙂



The Art of Life is Hard Today

Making art plays with your mind whilst raising many questions about purpose and the meaning of life. And because there are no rules to creative expression, one’s liberated in an exploration without the boundaries imposed by society. It’s an interesting space and place to occupy, if not a little disconcerting. Following this creative process often take you to a place that has no real place within society. A place that in some ways is a state of mind that goes beyond a need to be materialised, because we are the art. Beings who express ourselves being the embodiment of creativity.

I feel that art has the power to change us and alter our perceptions so that we can see life in a different way. As an artist I know it’s changed me and I’m sure those who don’t practice art will have their lives touched by art in some way. So in our ways of seeing, art has a clear purpose, by the triggering of a response and reaction. Art as a reflex beyond the formalities of good and bad and the aesthetic refinements of tradition. To this extent I sometimes feel that art is everything and everything is art.

As a viewer of art I want to get what the artist is saying even if it’s subliminal or just a feeling that it leaves me with. Which is why the intent of art is so important, because it shines through and communicates, which is why the whole thinking process which underpins art is paramount. So for me it’s not so much about telling with obvious narratives but showing through a creative demonstration.

Possibly one of the most interesting elements of art is this thinking bit, the journey through the mind in search of a relevant expression to complement existential experience. A process touching upon the reaction to life and circumstance, and the inspiration to make something exciting and new. For me the fun is in the thought and realisation of this cyclical process, the expressions like stepping-stones marking out the adventure of a life unfolding. And in trying to keep the momentum of forward movement I’m often reminded of what someone always used to say to me “watch where you’re going, not where you’ve been”.

In my practice of art it’s always been a dream to make art that is extraordinary, reaching out towards the limits of my sensory perception. Accepting the invitation to take that step beyond the ordinary and into the imagination where endless possibilities await. It’s a simple vision of art which delivers a special experience in the celebration of life. Unfortunately I do get blown off course and at times lose my way, but somehow I always find my way back. Back to that place where I feel the need to make something exciting and new. My ticket to the land of optimism where anything and everything is possible.

Just maybe art is about optimism, forever sitting on the cusp of discovering new ideas. Reaching forward to grasp what is out of reach, following a brief glimpse or vision of an idea. An idea that I can sense is possible if only I could capture it. And it’s this joy and optimism which makes the hardship of an artist’s life worthwhile and what inspires me to battle through my complex internal conflict. Thinking and contemplating with all that I’ve got in the vain hope that something will happen. That I will find a meaning and purpose to briefly satiate the longing of my soul and direct my existence.

At times, long times, like years at a time I’ve been known to frequent a wilderness of despair. A place where my ideologies conflict with the realities of circumstance, where I feel bound and restricted by the overwhelming imposition of conventional expectations. It’s almost like I imprison myself with the need to be congenial within the judgmental  arena of society. Maybe I’m afraid of the inevitable negativity which is provoked through difference and conflict, whatever it is I have to work through it. So that I can hold onto my dreams, dreams savaged by the storms and tumult of everyday life. Searching for a path that feels untainted by cynicism, fresh ground to tread upon in an overcrowded world

It’s a crazy life and in the scheme of things nothing really matters and yet it does. I will never achieve anything of significant magnitude, beyond a token offering  into the vastness of infinity. Yet I feel profoundly concerned with being significant and true to what I feel is my soul purpose, maybe this is what being a “legend in your own lunch-time” is all about. So with a determination I try to hold onto these ephemeral fragments, to weather the storms, so that I can hold on to being me, because that is all I’ve got. This tenuous grip on the connected force of existence, this life force that I don’t even have the sensory capacity to understand.

So is there a way forward from here?  Well I feel that I almost have to begin again because my life pretty much crashed. My direction ran its course, slowly petered out and metaphorically came to rest at the buffers. Life has chaned me, so what I’ve decided to do is continue with my sculpture, though I wont exhibit my work or do commissions for now, instead I will share images of my work in the virtual world and try to sell it through my website. I feel that by taking these steps I can once again make the sculptures which I feel are a necessity to my process and evolution. Take control of my life so that I can produce authentic art made purely as an expression and hopefully find my way without the distraction and influence of external expectation.

Thank you for looking and I wish you well 🙂


I know I’ve only just published a blog 🙂 but after a year in the wilderness I need to blast away the cobwebs so that I can get on with a bit of the old arty farty stuff. So here goes with a few more reflections. Hopefully some new art works will follow when the ice melts in my studio.

I’ve lived a life riddled by questions without answers, which is perhaps why I chose to be an artist. A life in which I feel that I’ve grown, evolved and changed, even though I’ve been a little reluctant to accept the possibilities of this reality. At times allowing my identity and set of beliefs to dictate the parameters of my perception. I suppose in many circumstances within society a fixed  identity is key to social engagement and professional standing and a perception of knowing who you are. However one day I realised that there was no rational or logical reason to the meaning or purpose of life and that there was no simple explanation to account for my existence. In short I felt that a rational overview of life and creativity was like looking at the world through blinkers and I needed to open my eyes. I just kind of knew that there was no solid ground to stand upon and that the only foundation for my life was a profound awareness of uncertainty.

This acceptance of  uncertainty was my own eureka moment in which my entire life became undone and I was officially broken. From being just another unit locked within the parameters of my society I experienced a glimpse of freedom. This realisation has been the most magical aspect of my life as an artist, because it liberated me from a state of self-imposed imprisonment. No longer did I have to be held by a set of constructed beliefs, because I knew that anything is possible with an opening mind.

Recently after all my years of making art, I realised I wasn’t unable to find a space or place within the art world which felt like home. So I took a sabbatical year, a year in which I avoided conscious creative acts. In my year of ordinary life outside of the fabricated art world I could live and respond to a basic reality in which I was able to witness a more fundamental aspect of life. I felt able to ground myself and see life within society, in particular the mechanics of trade and purposed interaction. I had nothing to prove whilst helping get jobs done in and around people’s houses. Observing life far from the world of art and seeing lives untouched by the art which has dominated my whole existence. Here was a different perspective  which highlighted a detachment of the art world from general society. I always thought that art should connect humanity, yet it many ways it appears to divides us through art world elitism. Factionalism ascending over harmony in the upholding of a corrupt and institutionalised status quo. The likes and don’t likes of art, the good the bad and the uglies and all the nonsense of imaginatively invented criteria.

I’ve said it before and I know I’ll say it again, that art which fails to communicate without the help of a so-called expert or critic is the art of failure. Art which requires the protection of institution to qualify its validity is failing to respect humanity and our shared experience of coexistence. Art which is designed to flatter those whose insecurities force them to seek elevation at the expense of their peers is nothing more than a cheap shot. And this is why I cannot be a part of the pseudo-elitist art world and why I need to make art without allegiance or aspirations to conformity. Art which is about an open and transparent communication to fellow human beings of any status or standing in society.

So what am I searching for as an artist? well perhaps art with a purpose, art to connect the collective journey,  to explain the truth and lies and shine a light towards a soulful purpose. Art about a truth and honesty that is difficult to connect with when you’re trying to please and conform with formal expectations. Art as an outpouring of truth no matter how abrasive the response is, art without fear of  toxic judgement. Art which basically says fuck it because I’m going to make what I want and say what I need to say, a life in which my voice isn’t taken from me out of fear. Looking for something which I guess is the freedom to seamlessly express myself.

Yeah, its heavy shit and I know, but the web in which we are each entangled is most complex. Because of this I try to connect within and to understand the soulful level of basic humanity and existence. The who am I outside of society and social influence, when alone with my own little soul. Because from my perspective art is just this, a communication from my own little soul as relevant as it is irrelevant. As important as it’s unimportant, made without a consideration of consequence, format or external reaction. Art that is a free expression from this shared journey we take upon planet earth. Art that has no rules, striking to break free from the conditioning and indoctrination which separates us from ourselves. Art which comments from the perspective of an outsider free from the clutches of a controlling society.

Whilst it’s easy to write and think in these ways of liberated human freedom, it is more complex to walk this walk. And it’s complex because our whole conditioning becomes like an instinct, in how we react to circumstance, or at least it feels that way to me. But in my life and experience as an artist looking for some dependable truth and integrity, I was not able to find it within the art world or on the streets I walked upon. Ultimately this approach to creativity has led me to where I am now, a place perhaps of greater isolation where I feel able to express myself with some clarity and purpose. A place which feels true to my own nature and where my wandering thoughts have a purpose.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day 🙂




Last year I began to feel overwhelmed with the psychological pressures of being an artist. I felt that the nature of my philosophical journey was in conflict with the values and systems of society. I knew that in my struggle to survive (on a material level) as an artist I’d been compromised,  to a point where I struggled to access clarity of thought and an understanding of art. My identity was compromised and I knew I was lost on a deeply personal level.

So about a year ago, I stopped making art and started labouring in the building trade, I needed time out to reflect on my thirty-three years of making art. After what had been a bruising life I didn’t know if I would ever return to making art or if I needed to make art again. You see, art had brought a lot of anguish and pain into my life, and was becoming a form of  unwanted masochism. However on reflection I do feel this was compounded by the poverty and struggle on a material level, poverty which had become hard to bear in the midst of an affluent society.

That was ten months ago and now I feel somewhat cleansed by my time in the wilderness. I feel more optimism now though my future as a practicing artist is still very much in the balance. I am currently making a few pieces to order but still cannot see a way forward or a direction which would satisfy my curiosity. Although I can feel a slight awakening in my thought patterns as I look to making my next steps towards some form of artistic expression.

I feel that being an artist is a privilege, it’s allowed me to awaken on many levels and to explore from the base line of my humanity. Exploring innate connections and meanings for existence through creative expression, finding ways to recognise humanity beyond the confines of society.  However this freedom of the creative mind is a blessing and a curse, because on a practical level there is often no place in society to share the spoils of this journey, beyond the parade of vanities. Though I do feel at times that the actual art I produce is like a by-product of a philosophical journey, objects without a secondary purpose, cast aside like stepping-stones in the wilderness. Art which does not need to exist or to be shared.

As I explored options open to me as an artist within my society I felt unable to identify a significant outlet or venue for an individual artist following their intuition. Yes I could show saleable work in the private galleries or I could tailor work for a more conceptual pallete. But can I make whatever I want as an open expression and share it (in a significant venue) without it being poured over by those who assume knowledge, understanding and responsibility. As I tried to plot a path I began to feel that the art world is like a prison in which artists are expected to perform within the confines of contemporary agreement and tradition. Furthermore I felt that the history of art is like a construct based around a western canon of thought, and that how we see art is dictated by the establishment. Art collected and imprisoned in grand mausoleums has no attraction to me either as an aspiration or an experience.

What I now feel, is that art is about a personal expression which has no boundaries. It is not about being good bad or indifferent, but just a form of communication and expression. I also realised that the whole patriarchal notion of the masterpiece is merely a reflection of societal hierarchy. You see art could be owned and valued and even the framing of work within institutions gratified the aspiration within society. The rich and famous had something to boast about, art became a commodity and artists were encouraged to become performers looking to dance to the tune of the elites. And it’s here where I feel that human expression is subverted as we the artists look to survive with one eye on the prize which success within society will give us.

Artists are leaders not chasers and yet I was aware that I was always chasing the carrot even though I felt I was true to my creative conviction. My issue was that art exists in society within the realms of the art world and its hierarchy. So when the disappointment of never catching the carrot finally hit me I realised that I was a prisoner to a system which I didn’t believe in. Like a hamster caught in a wheel, I became exhausted and fell out, finally waking up. My ambition had gone and my ego was bored so I looked at human expression from the perspective of the broken man, who I’d become. And I realised that art is anything and everything but more than anything it’s about a human freedom which can’t be caged or owned.

My process over the past few years has been one in which I deconstructed my whole belief structure in art and life and discovered a more personal truth. A truth about human expression beyond vanity and ego, a truth which exposed the raw nature of expression beyond a need for the ping of reassurance, acceptance and acknowledgement. And this is where I am right now, ready once again to start over as an artist, looking to express my feelings about the connection to an existence on the surface of a planet.

Thank you for looking and have a great day 🙂




“The meaning of art” well it’s the big one, a huge topic contemplated and cogitated over by many an artist,  a bit like trying to define the meaning of life or even defining art. Whilst there’s no singular universal meaning, artists do offer meaningful content with an opinion. Work that will undoubtedly be perceived differently by each individual gaze, further complicating the possibility of quantifying any universal meaning.


Within the context of meaningfulness, my art often separates from the struggle with aesthetic based production, veering towards a recognition of experiential discovery. It may just be reflective thoughts or a random statement. A way of communicating from the multitude of simultaneous possibilities and from my broadening perceptions of reality where absolutism and singularity is scrutinised. Art that can be any form of free human expression, expressed without boundaries through gestures, marks, colours, sounds, words, nothingness and anything which can be experienced though sensory perception. Art being everything and everything being art.


My contribution is to make art, reflect upon it and then make some more, an activity I’ve been doing for over thirty years.  And yes, I’m Hindered by a few lingering  prerequisites, like a search for truth and open-mindedness, a fundamental questioning of existence (the whys? the whos? and the hows?), and not to forget my search for the inner state called freedom. I’m also aware that my creative state of being ( that is: The being laid bare and opened up by the relentless flow of unanswerable questions) won’t allow me to take anything for granted, beyond a feeling that there is always something waiting to be discovered and so the search always begins again and again in perpetuity. Beginning through the marks made and recorded, each mark raising a question about what to do next, the series of marks building up to create a bigger picture, again requiring reflection. A process that is a journey of discovery and enlightenment, a non linear journey of personal growth made to share. And when the ideas have run dry, random marks and vague utterances will suffice as signifiers of the possibilities held within the banks of latent potential. The latent potential that is within and without the crazy state of cosmic existence we take for granted. The journey of discovery made all the more exciting by the exhaustive searching of imagined possibility.


This creative process of mine, leads to extreme levels of questioning beyond conventional boundaries, often resulting in a deconstruction of identity. A deconstruction of perceived assumption/wisdom which allows a journey to the hidden depths of being. Into the void of untold possibility, to a place beyond imagination and comfort. This deconstruction an important part of the creative process because if we think we know who and what we are, then we may be tempted to operate within our limitations. In this realm of creativity we discover that we are perhaps more akin to a blank canvas than the absolute incarnation of who we think we are. This rigorous questioning of everything (which is often mistaken for Cynicism) acts as an enabler for personal growth because it creates a space to go beyond imposed limitation. Perhaps that art which is made with the open mind and minimal contrivance can deliver a deeper meaning, because it explores, exposes and uncovers mystery whilst going some way towards explaining it.


In some ways we all understand ourselves and our identity with varying degrees of limitation, but through the forensic questioning of self, deception can be exposed and assumptions become increasingly transparent. So how can I make art if I don’t really know who I am? well sometimes I can’t, which is why sometimes I don’t. Instead I spend my time thinking and just live my life contemplating the questions and meaning that art has brought to my conscious state. It is here at the crux of my art based reflections where I get the closest to understanding my existence, through the meaning which art delivers deep within my being. A meaning that is most profound and beyond the limitations of futile boundaries, possibly some way towards existential freedom. A place where my art is the only fundamental reality that I can believe in, simply because it’s the only tangible result of my life’s contemplations.  Artful expressions being the confluence of everything that has entered my state of existence and stream of consciousness.


So art is like a confrontation, a veritable battlefield and in my current state of being I really don’t know who I am. I don’t know why I’m alive or even what life is, furthermore I don’t know anyone that truly has this divine knowledge. Yet I think I know I exist because I’m able to experience sensory stimulation, but beyond that I’m really confused about who and what I am. Yes I occupy a space and an identity within society and I make up part of the statistics, but this is in one sense a contrivance for the convenience of social order. A place within society that I feel separates me from the fundamental truths and questions of existence. And it is here that art comes into its own because it connects us to the source of life through impulse, intuition and feeling.

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This adventure we call life teaches about the importance of change and the state of flux we are in, a life beyond absolutes and linear constraints. Art offering a glimpse of freedom beyond the confines of indoctrination and the self-imposed imprisonment. Art being a life line which can guide us to enlightenment and freedom, an invitation to a place without governance. A place without the constraints of nationhood, language, religion or any formal structures. Art a sanctuary, a place of pure anarchy where their’s no hierarchy or defacto ruling, a place beyond good or bad or even right or wrong. Because art is an untamable beast driven by the raw passion of our life force, it is beautiful and ugly all at the same time because it’s everything and anything, objective, subjective, irritating, compelling and yes this list could go on forever untill I run out of words. And when I run out of words I can once again tap into the infinite languages of art.


To summarize my article about “the meaning of art” in this moment I would  describe art as a teacher, or a mirror through which we can see ourselves and start to understand the fundamental nature of being. A guide to ways of seeing and perceiving life from within and without.   However due to the transient nature of being I can in the next breath describe it as something completely different, simply because I don’t wish to be rooted in any doctrine or the specificity of expected social norms. And with this in mind I could say that art is a pathway to human freedom because it’s encompasses so much, a gift to the conscious state of being that we are so lucky to hold. I could also write that art is able to demonstrate the futile, the extraordinary and the mundane in its blind celebration of ego. Because art is a variable feast, subject to the taste, the judgement and the expectations of the individual as well as to the perception of the shared experience. So whether together or alone we can experience who we are through our reactions in the moment as we are confronted by works of art.


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Art looks to broaden human awareness through the improbabilities and possibilities of imagination, often in a crazy juxtaposition of the ordinary. Images which shock our sensibilities and allow us to see our humanity from a different perspective. This is why I’m intrigued by Musk’s Tesla on its cosmic journey into infinity, seeing it as more as a work of art than a scientific offering. An untouchable sculptural gesture fired into the blackness of space as a grand performance and demonstration of human possibility. An unknown environment where there is no right way round or gravity to limit our outlook, an environment too hostile for human beings to even exist in. So we blast an ordinary every day product of human endeavour that we can relate to, out there into unknown space with a hope that it’ll allow us to contemplate and relate our thoughts to what lays beyond our limitation. To imagine the unimaginable, beyond the confines of logical and rational thinking.


This extraordinary context of a Tesla car in space opens up a huge debate about humanity and all that we take for granted. The amazing fusion of human potential contrasting starkly with the frailty of human limitation. For me this whole spectacle is an accidental artistic expression on a huge scale. A $100 million event, grabbing the worlds attention with what appears to be the vein folly of an eccentric billionaire. A futile act of profundity that perhaps serves a far greater purpose than its assumed whimsical intent.


Because there was no apparent reason for this event beyond the promotion of Elon Musk’s car and his admiration of David Bowie’s music one is left to ask why? And because there is no definitive why, we are invited to contemplate this act of human expression by an individual, which I believe constitutes an act of art. An event which has stimulated a strong reaction within me that I’m enjoying contemplating.


I even made a quick sketch to celebrate the event




The Death of Life

I’ve occupied my life producing art to sustain a material existence in a life of perpetual struggle. Fighting a constant battle to maintain independence whilst searching for truths which I hoped could validate my existence with a perception of self-actualisation. Validation arrived at through the fluent transposition of sincere thought and feelings, through to expressed imagery.


Whilst the expression of ideas and thoughts may appear relatively simple to the outsider, it is not so in practice due to the sheer weight of influence behind our cognitive processes. The question of who we are through genetics, memory, experience and conditioning, all serve to complicate the clarity of definitive actions. Making it complex to actually understand who and what we are in relation to our broader circumstance. All this is further complicated by our personal growth and the perpetual change of  lifes circumstance.


Right here and right now I feel that artists have a tremendous opportunity to explore the wider possibilities of  human expression, partly a result of the creative exploration following Dadaism’s unlocking of the artists cage. There’s also a growing liberalisation of western values and a technological revolution which offers greater human freedom to explore the possibilities of being. All of which is a beautiful gift to the empowerment of  humanity through art.


Although there’s an infinite amount of work ahead for human evolution I do believe there are significant times and periods of change, such as we are experiencing at the moment. And for me this is where art plays a vital role, by questioning the establishment, deconstructing dogmatic oppression and offering a glimpse into future human consciousness. Art teaching us how to see the world through different eyes and encouraging different ways to feel and experience existence. In this sense art is really about immersive observation of life, critical analysis and an attempt to offer future insight, by shining a light towards an evolutionary direction with something new to behold.


For artists reacting to the follies of the establishment there is a conflict of interest because their livelihoods are pretty much dependent on the finances of the elite tiers of society. This is why artists have to fight to maintain their integrity in order to honour the inner truths which a devotion to art delivers to the soul. You see art by its nature is revolutionary and without rules, a state of anarchy where all the possibilities of humanity come together for a huge raucous party. conversely society is bound by simplistic rules, often governed by past values which hold humanity in bondage for the sake of convenience. Traditions of kingdoms and hierarchical structures undermine democracy and human freedom, holding people within established values such as the institutional subordination of women.


So it could be said that the artists process is about observation, contemplation and free expression. To produce visual imagery which reflects and projects content that is relevant to contemporary life. Imagery arrived at by any means that is available to the individual irrespective of past precedent or tradition.


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