Volcano Theatre, Swansea 2019

Useless Logic
In a world where we are responsible for, yet not accountable for, where we are causing, yet not producing, where we are connected, yet not linked, where we are the instigators, yet not the antagonists, we are let down by our greatest gifts. Reason, self-awareness and logic are snakes that will eat themselves whole, leaving the Sunday best roast to rot. This is not a logical world in which we live, wake up and smell the F-sharp major. Why use useless logic, it is past its sell-by, it is time to use our broken, irrational little hearts. Height 30cm Base 52 x27cm |
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House on the Hill
This is but a place I run to. A place of candy-flossed, kitten-clad calm. This is an island, a childish, playful place where the spark of innocence (still within me) pokes his new brow to the sun and bathes, lazy, in what really matters… silliness and divine childlike nakedness. Height 40cm Base 17 x24cm |
Chess is as ripe and as sweet and as ready to pluck for a metaphor as any good-god-damn-thing could ever be.
It is the story of humanity (at least up until this point) in a nutshell. It is about dualism, and difference, it's about hierarchy and progression, it is about movement, fighting, tactics, defeat, success, belief, deceit and death... and everything in between.
So I ran with it. Let them speak for themselves.
It is the story of humanity (at least up until this point) in a nutshell. It is about dualism, and difference, it's about hierarchy and progression, it is about movement, fighting, tactics, defeat, success, belief, deceit and death... and everything in between.
So I ran with it. Let them speak for themselves.
Two Sides of the Same Coin
Pawn Height 6cm Board 11 x 11cm |
Really, Whats the point?
Rook Heights 6.5cm Board 48 x 7.5cm
High Hopes
Pawnking Height 5cm Board 48 x 7.5cm |
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Beehive
This is but one in a series of places I run to. A place of candy-flossed, kitten-clad calm, a hideout and a fort made from blankets lit by the wonder of the new-ness of everything. A dream-palace where patterned skylines draw down and scoop what is real from me to become a part of ‘more real realms’ beyond… what we think we see. This is an island of calm, a childish, playful place where the spark of innocence (still within me) pokes his new brow to the sun and bathes, lazy, in what really matters… silliness and divine childlike nakedness. Height 39cm Base 28 x20cm |
It Calls Me.
The moon draws like piped old men, suckling on moisture within, calling me to patterned pastures, away from myself. The hairs are standing now upon my body, my dimensions have grown, I am a child of the animal night. Searching with dim blue moonlit light, for a place and a body I have seen before. Once. And it calls me. And I have no choice. 26 x 52cm |
Please Do Not Be Cross
A police line for us all. We the lost, fragile, innocent, foolish, naughty, motherless children whose mistakes have always been born from love.
We are all but children feeling our way through lessons toward other lessons, so please do not be cross, as I, we, you make just another mistake… forwardly.
Let the lines be drawn with flowers and let us be beaten and admonished with candy canes, because forgive us. We know not what we do.
59 x 18cm
A police line for us all. We the lost, fragile, innocent, foolish, naughty, motherless children whose mistakes have always been born from love.
We are all but children feeling our way through lessons toward other lessons, so please do not be cross, as I, we, you make just another mistake… forwardly.
Let the lines be drawn with flowers and let us be beaten and admonished with candy canes, because forgive us. We know not what we do.
59 x 18cm
I'm building a home in my head (and I'm starting with the wallpaper.)
Height 29cm |
These are but places I run to.
A place of candy-flossed, kitten-clad calm. This is an island, a childish, playful place where the spark of innocence (still within me) pokes his new brow to the sun and bathes, lazy, in what really matters… silliness and divine childlike nakedness. |
Upstream
We fight against the stream, longing for home, powered by body held muscle memories toward our true source, our pre-birth place, in search of this home (not a place),
but a memory from before we can remember. It's simple though, we shall all make it back, all we have to do is wait, she finds us all in the end.
179 x 59cm
We fight against the stream, longing for home, powered by body held muscle memories toward our true source, our pre-birth place, in search of this home (not a place),
but a memory from before we can remember. It's simple though, we shall all make it back, all we have to do is wait, she finds us all in the end.
179 x 59cm