Monday 31 December 2018

Exploring Colour/Expression as colour/Colour as Freedom.....31.12.18

there is no such thing as true colour. Only an interpretation of a thing which gives us a feeling. this is true: interpretation. Reaction to the subject of the eye. We get a feeling. To say that this feeling is the same as anothers' is a contradiction. This feeling is wholly unique though it may have similarities to the feeler, to the individual. The feeling can have a limit or it can be the beginning of something. The colour triggers the feeling, takes the step in a journey, the individual seeks. To say this colour is true.....i just want to convey the colour as a vehicle to produce a reaction though i will never know what the reaction is. But i put it out there. Knowing one thing is opening up an infinity of things related to that thing. Everything is nothing because we cannot fathom it. An infinity of a limit discovers myself, and i am much happier exploring that. My limits though infinite relate. This conveys me. An infinity of possibilities of which i will know nothing but this is everything to me. So what is colour? Infinity in a brushstroke, an eye of reflection, a form of an illusion, the beginning of a person, the end of nothing, a life of living. The colour gives this to the viewer: he becomes as he views it. 

In many respects the colour changes, the interpretation moves, as the colour does it's work. It has meaning in it's suggesting, at it's hinting and the colour of the personality comes forth. Colour as conveyed meaning as internal understanding as ideas of suggesting. suggesting of what? Of the moment in which we decide. We do not need Art and specifically painting to portray form in order to convey the above, colour does this on it's own. So how does one explore colour? by feeling it and by conveying the emotional intention within it. Expression as colour exists as an idea of feeling, of feeling another and reacting to that. We exist under a colour of interpretation: infinitely limitless but similar enough to recognise the colours we become. Become a colour of freedom!

Saturday 22 December 2018

Saturday 1 December 2018

 :Grew. End. Before. You. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm
: Transient. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Friday 30 November 2018


Manufactured Identity.  30.11.18

A person is a Manufactured idea of what a person is, not at a benefit of the person but of a benefit to the person who makes money from it. Identity is not human when it is manufactured by the Machine. It is not of a benefit to you it is a benefit to the money. Not human, “a thing”. Not what is best for you, what is best for a “buck”. You are being used and misled. Do you subscribe? Or do you revolt? If you are a manufactured idea of what a person should be, does that make you real? You are being exploited. And this exploitation has been normalised. Capitalism is out of control; you are being sold a model of what a person is. And this goes against everything that a person really is: Unique. Human. You. Imagine a place where a person, like you, is created. Run off a production line. Individuality is something we can buy. This type of label, this type of man, this type of woman. I feel sad for those who identify with the Machine fed “individuality” (registered trade mark) in today’s society ,who are that man in the advert (as if individuality is something which can be bought, It has to be achieved people(as you know)). The manufactured, profit driven idea of what a man is, is in actual fact me. You see? As if that model is what makes one unique or true or me. Do we need someone to tell us? ( I won’t get into self-discovery at the moment). When in actual fact they are straight from the production line, straight is the new grey, they control humanity this way. Can you see the danger?  Where do we go as a race, as a species, as individuals? Where what is acceptable is forged, and forged it is: we are allowing money to shape our human nature, how we interact, how we see others, when it should be the other way around.  And the lie is getting out of control. Have you noticed?  We are allowing what it is to be human to be fed to us, it is branded and profit driven. Destroying individuality with the pronunciation of a label, which is supposed catogorise who I am? I am transformed from “who I am” to “what I am”. This creates a false sense of who we are and it divides us. Creating categories which oppose and mentally objectifying a person as a type. Take religion for example.  It states what I am and we conform to the ideals which seem shinier, more attractive. I am a man and I must act this way because this fabrication of a man in an advert  has a six pack and gets the girl or is attractive. Lame metaphor, I know, but I can never be this “thing” in reality. Here’s a shinier truth:  My constant striving to be this ideal leads to dissatisfaction. A new ideal will come out in an advert and if I just spend this I will become closer to achieving my production line ideal of this person type.  In reality, conveniently packaged Robots of the Machine, We people are told what a person is instead of discovering what one truly is, instead of finding out who we are, we are being turned away from relationships toward materialism. We are chasing empty financially driven ideals which set out our perimeters of existence, never achievable operations of exploitation, not free self-discovery; We sign away our individuality with a cheque . We are being played Brothers and Sisters, and we don’t get to choose the game, rules, or location. Let alone when to play it.  Where do we fit?  We need to make this process easier. Just Do It.  J

Thursday 29 November 2018


Dissatisfied with the Machine?  29/11/18


The truth is you'll never be satisfied with life if you buy what they sell. Filling you full of empty promises "if you buy this....” Where can we find satisfaction in our time? From a shop? Look deeper; try not to take the bait. I went to a lecture recently... where an idea of another future was envisaged. Do you find yourself dissatisfied with the machine? What really makes you happy? What is it that gives you satisfaction? Do you need that aftershave? We really need some change, one which caters for the Being we are, not about making profit from us, conning us by exploiting our basic human needs. What kind of future is this? One in which we are united against the machine, expressing our dissatisfaction, where we care about our own well-being over what type of trainers we wear. Be part of the change. Look outside the box, promote your well-being and satisfy your human soul. Care not about labels and remain free out with the confines created by the machine. i walk with you Brothers and Sisters. Through the night into a new dawn I promise there is a better way. One where we are catered for, nurtured, loved for who we are not “what we are”. Where my factory made insecurities are not exploited for financial gain, where people are people and not a means to making profit. I want to exist where my very Being is not seen as a way of making money, where my human soul is not targeted, filling me with false ideals to make me a consumer, an activity from which, essentially I will never get to know my real self. This is the danger, where we are fed so much shit that we don’t know who the fuck we really are. Where worshiping false Gods creates an inhuman race of selfish emptiness. Dissatisfied with the machine? Yes I fucking am! Ever watch a programme of a love story? You are being fed “This is what love is”. And if you don’t conform to that version of Love, then you are not “in Love”. Apply that to everything you see on TV. You will see that you are being spoon fed an identity, your identity, which is not your own. It is created by a guy who wants to make money. You are no longer you, the natural you you are. You are false ideals, false identity, false view of the world, no longer aware of who we really are, and of what matters to humans. This is out of control. Money led exploitation. And it’s not good for the human race. Don’t be who they tell you to be. Look inside and join me on the plateau. Looking into the sun cast shadow of yesterday. Hope for change no longer. BE THE CHANGE
: Died and Grew (Metaphorical Death before the Spring). Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Wednesday 28 November 2018

Tuesday 27 November 2018

Monday 26 November 2018

 : Chris. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm
: Chris. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Saturday 24 November 2018

John Lennon and Yoko Ono: Imagine (a documentary) 24/11/18


Sexuality is created by the machine, basically, that's how they hook you, and form a version of you they can make money from. everything you know is a fabrication, conceived by a guy in a suit. this makes us distract from the being we naturally are. and leads to gender roles that are untrue and unfair. just saying. Sexuality is the greatest myth of our time
: Chris. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Thursday 22 November 2018

Portraits available. Also abstract forms. If interested please email: ross.forbes8580@gmail.com
: Chris 22.11.18. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Monday 19 November 2018

Sunday 18 November 2018

 :Chris. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm
: Chris. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Friday 19 October 2018


The Physical Dream…….17/10/18

The imagination has meaning because it refers to the physical. The physical takes on a symbolic meaning, coloured by our feeling or desire at the point. The physical dream is real. Interpretation a symbolic shaping of desire. We create because we are creative. The physical mental connection is constructed. It is constructed because we create physical representations of the mental. This is because it is necessary for us to survive, part of human nature. As we create tools we create the man as a functioning tool of innovation, functioning in society. Man is necessary because he has a role. How will he cope in a world of new technology, where the traditional roles of tools are changing? We need a new creation of man in which the tool is no longer connected to the physical, in a sense we know of now, but which is inwardly aware. But how will this be without reference to the external? We are still tied to the physical. Limiting yet liberating. We create a function for ourselves…… Conveyed a thing. Of things, known to things.

Wednesday 17 October 2018

: The Hue of Boo. Oil on Card. A1 841 x 594mm

Rachael MacLean: Make Me Up…….On the Female Revolution…..16/10/17

A woman must understand a mans’ reality, if she wants to change reality itself


Monday 15 October 2018

Saturday 13 October 2018


Defining Light……14/10/18

When I talk to you...Is it you I feel? Or is it myself? This distinction is at the heart of our beliefs. The world is either an idea of it or it is the idea itself. Confused? What is the form of confusion? Is it an external object or is it merely a reference to a feeling? Further study may be needed in order for us to establish a resolution for this problem. Though many of the greatest minds have struggled with it. Grasping at terms like "logic" or "metaphysic". The exploration of which has rendered no specific answers. But merely illuminated an area of thought. Is it necessary? Is it helpful? Does it matter? Helpful......If i had not read what i have read would i be a lesser person? I leave that to your feeling

Analogy, poetry, Art and other musings are light to your imagination. Let there be light, Brother. Define that as you will.

The distinction remains…..What am I ?

I am The Boo


This rendering is insufficient. But it is all I have got. I feel like a very small wave in a very large pond. My thoughts being limited. As I try to grasp with concepts beyond my abilities. What is this word “I”. Is it limiting to introduce the term “I”. For what is it I refer to when I type it? The eye can only see little but it can assert a point of view. And one does not need complexity to do so. As long as it is done honestly, my words will have meaning. But meaning to whom? And what form will that meaning take? What will be real? It is real or my thoughts are real with no real reference to the external. I circle in my mind. Around the concept proposed above. Is it sufficient to communicate my difficulty? Is it necessary to know or make it a difficulty? Should I just “get on with it”. Will musing help my situation? Will it help yours? Do I care? If I did not I would not write this down……..Is reality always a struggle? Whatever The Fuck reality is……This is either for you or it is for me. Where does the distinction blur? This is the true question. And answering it will take more than a few minutes on a laptop.

: When The Darkness Grew. Pencil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

Thursday 11 October 2018

Tuesday 9 October 2018

Monday 8 October 2018

Wednesday 3 October 2018

Sunday 30 September 2018

Friday 28 September 2018


28/9/18..

It takes opposition to know we are connected. Saved us all from our fate. Make the decision that’s right. Let God do the rest

Thursday 27 September 2018

Thursday 20 September 2018

 : The Chill. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841 mm
 : Live The Boo. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841 mm
 : Boo. Oil on Canvas. 75 x 100 cm
: Just Do. Oil on Card. A1 841 x 594 mm

Wednesday 5 September 2018


Kara and I…….5/9/18

She shines. She doesn’t know it. She walks and people pay attention. She moves and eyes follow. She glides and colours talk. She is because she exudes. She smiles at me. I don’t love her conventionally because she is not conventional. She lives and never dies. This she is and yet will never know. I become knowing her - and never knowing her, i want to know more.



In The Shoe Shop…..29/8/18

Freedom comes in many forms, never two quite the same. But all relevant, all valid. The shoes we choose, walking the road of life. I try not to be judgmental, I try not to judge. But it is in my nature to do so. I try to be open minded, but some things do not suit me. There are some shoes that do not suit my personality, and accepting this is wisdom.  (See: Get You)

Friday 31 August 2018

Monday 27 August 2018


Alluded to in Process…….27/8/18

Buy into the illusion, it's the only way anything means anything. Once you do that you can pick and choose your Truths. Walk well my Brothers. I am ill in you sweet. Not a negative but a positive way to say i am real for you if you will allow me to be. We meet at the head and part in direction. Buy into that illusion.

 : The Fragmented Realist. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841 mm
: Untitled. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841 mm

Sunday 26 August 2018


The Return…..25.8.18

And like breaking the water’s surface, it was over

Saturday 25 August 2018


23/8/18

My voice is returning……Slowly, like a drip. Nourishing and feeding, relaxing and coming. I breathe again. And it is I, I weep. A smile becomes my face as I remember: I’m coming home. The foreign land is behind me, I hope. The assault is over. And my life can go on. ? .

I want to perpetuate and trust my inner feeling…..Can this be done? Am I still effected? Will I return? I feel unsure, uncertain,  afraid. Regretful. Tired. Beaten. I smile wryly. And salute the pain. I must love it for it is me. I cradle myself and whisper soothing words. Get better. Get better. You can overcome, overbearing dread. This is out of my control, let there be peace…..I must paint.

Tuesday 21 August 2018


The Green Man……17/8/18


On the 16/8/18 I went with my partner to The Green Man Festival in the Brecon Beacons. A music festival set amongst the beautiful valleys of South Wales, where I would unintentionally be involved in and experience psychosis induced by the inhalation of Cannabis smoked by the revellers there…..here is what I wrote of the experience and the consequences to the mind I am still as yet dealing with….

17/8/18 13:30
I am enjoying the sights and sounds of The Green Man. I have yet to be confronted with the issues of psychosis…..
“Searchers on the road. Passing by, a glimpse into another world, not your own. Frequented stripes, visited by the populous.  Nothing but others, relative but unnecessary, real but a figment, we travel and meet searchers on the road. I like them there, opposed to me but adding to me. Searchers on the road. Love and life. Experimentation and certain thoughts, some of them aloof. But we all become searching on the road. “

17/8/18 22:23
I have just inhaled cannabis, smoked by another festive goer……
“The guessing light……Imagining, thinking feeling, playing. There’s a kid in the corner with two balls of light attached to two strings. (Swinging the lights into diverse lights - pattern captivating) . He’s in the corner there. A woman, with long ginger hair is singing, moaning really. There’s a feeling of disassociation as I stand in the crowd, listening to the moaning washing over the air. And this kid keeps bringing me back to the guessing light. And then is gone. Like a part of me left. The moaning stays strong. And the kid is gone. Where to next?”

17/8/18 22:41
The hit feels good and I’m feeling pretty fucking inspired…thinking lucidly and experimentally I produce…..
“Everything we think is thinking of a reality of some sort: Art. Does the tiger know why he has stripes?”
Then:22:54…..
“Precise, dynamic but elusive, he growls his name.”

19/8/18
I have recovered somewhat from the day before. The hit was sweet and bitter and the come down does not make sense. I feel like I’ve lost a part of me: My certainty in myself has gone through a tectonic shift. I am no longer myself. I grasp for some sense of myself but the drugs are quick…..
“Psychotic enough to be ill, but well enough to know I’m psychotic”

20/8/18 00:03
We have been exposed to cannabis again today. The festival ends with the burning of the Green Man. A massive effigy of the spirit we embrace and (should be able to) celebrate at the Festival. It seems the climax of the event is celebrated by many with a joint……
“I feel a violation of my human rights having to participate in an identity crisis, psychotic without my permission.”
I turn to Alex:
“I have to go through this so someone can have a joint!”
At this point I feel awful. My thoughts are tight and seem to get tighter in my mind, leading nowhere but offering frustration and confusion I want to escape, go through some door to the past me, before the experience started. But I cannot. There is no exit in the mind. I must endure and forge a new reality, one filtered, and distorted by the effects of the drug. We walk back to the tent and I can feel/perceive my mind ceasing up. My thoughts tight and strange. I feel like I have visited a strange land, where nothing known before is present. The whole landscape of being which was so self-assuring is gone and I am presented with an experience of utter psychedelia, “I must adapt” I think, but the drugs are too strong….I must submit, nae, I must embrace…..

20/8/18 14:46
Reflecting on an experience, slightly dismorpheous of the weekend, before the final hit, written about in the paragraph above. We are watching (rather ironically) a band named: War on Drugs. Im feeling pretty sensitive and react…..
“On my way to the promised land I discovered the journey is more so beautiful than the destination”
But this is fleeting moment of peace, was really to be sunk and engulphed by drug induced confusion.

21/8/18
I have recovered somewhat, some more. But the drugs are still in my system. I am falling into and out of familiarity, visiting part of the past me but experiencing effects of the foreign perception:….. the way I see myself has changed and I need to just ride it out, to be not afraid. To become what I will become, and to become me – but not me- I must reintegrate and realign. Surely I will return to myself given time….
“In a labyrinth, meeting only dead ends in my thinking.”
I am still tense. The psychological effects of the drug are not totally known to me but I must not fear the future but embrace it no matter what it is.

Saturday 4 August 2018


In The Nile…….4/8/18

He is a non-friend because he cannot be genuine.  He cannot handle me because I am real.

To my non-friend: Unless one has truly looked down the barrel of a loaded gun and said: I am not afraid, can one truly live

Monday 30 July 2018


The cycle continues. I live in a dream. Ideas coming into and disappearing from focus. Evaporation on the surface of a purple lake, where life and death re-enact. And the cycle continues. etc.

Thursday 26 July 2018


A Text to Self Before Sleep/ An Aim for Tomorrow

Self-Affirmation is key to understanding the world. It is key/central to ideas we convey to ourselves and to others. It is the Truth, the Way and the Answer. I know this is a parody of religion, but, hey, we have to find our meaning somehow. I live in the moment. Adding moments, I collect and translate them into meaning for me and you. We can use this to learn to be ourselves. True and meaningful. Complete human beings. Truth and Light. Word and Thought. Live and Charged – Real !
I can say goodnight now and wake with intention to complete the chores presented tomorrow, of which I shall cherish. See you at the Hospital, mended.

Today I met with two friends. They made me think about how lucky I am to have them. We spoke of perspective and added to our lives, given ideas. We exchanged sentiments and learned a wee bit about this place in which we live. The tone was relaxed and reciprocated. I am joyed to have friends like these, secure, knowing that not everyone does. Am I sentimental? Yes. It’s hard not to be when we are in company of such people as these. Then home to my love
The conversation will continue in my work tomorrow which I shall post on here. Wake well my friends


Wednesday 25 July 2018


Self Deception and the Forge…….25/7/18

Fuck this shit. Im out of here. Why does anyone do anything? Conjecture. Anonymous posturing and denial. Truth, religion, belief. It all doesn’t matter. What we believe is what we believe and anything else in between is just an exploration. Nietzsche writes of truth and religion as a sort of falsity. When the truth is we all struggle with what we think of as real. We all doubt if we are right or wrong. With his Will to Power, I think he is trying to chase an impossible dream, to free one’s self of doubt and pain. The truth, I think I, is that we all struggle with these things, and whether we find peace in religion or philosophy, the end result is the same. We find answers. He criticises religion by saying it is nothing but self-deception. Or does he? : In belief we are fulfilled. We have hit a quandary. If I will it, does it exist? If I commit to it, is it not truth? Worship your God, believe in your Father. Or simply be equal to your Brother. Whatever it is you think, whatever you believe, whatever brings you meaning, is you and is Truth. Is God real? That is not for me to say, for who am I to say which life is right or wrong? I cannot. I just believe my own mind, my own feelings. I myself form the tools I hold, and in making me, I make you. The way forward is unclear but it is always forming, as we form ourselves. The Forge is calling….I must return to my studies.
The Forge is a place of creation. The Forge is a place of sanctuary. The Forge is a place of recognition, where we see ourselves. Where the self we see is seen by others.
In this space I step forward into your life with the intention of creating a new future, one in which the Truth is seen. Where we are ourselves, where we believe in one another. Beyond this, on the horizon, where the sun sets, in the late summer I touch the light around me.
In this I attempt to awaken and stir. I want to prove myself and I want to leave an imprint. I want to take the hand of my Brother, strongly and gently. Death is inevitable as is life. Where the future is the only way forward, is the only thing that cannot be denied.  Conjecture and hypotheses. I look up to the sky and see myself reflected there. I weep for my non liberated brothers as I reach out to them with the promise of a new road……a road of trepidation but of truth. We forge our own truth; I just want to hand you the strength to build it. That is all for now.
I want to continue, but for no one's benefit but my own. To clarify my intention. I rise to my feet and meet every new challenge, refreshed by meeting the moment head on. Stronger because I recognised myself the whole way through it. Stronger because I did it myself. The “I” I have become grows from a genesis of feathers. Of blooming beauty. I meet others there, in the moment of real, recognising the Other and enjoying the perspective brought forth from the place of freedom. We meet there and smile. The Summer Sun is low in the sky…and I continue to seek out the meaning only another can bring
I meet the light you shine, and I see it. I can assure you…..Infinitely echoing through time. An atom in the Universe. A person in the sea. A wind in the forest. A truth in the heart and mind. A force of liberation. I live

Friday 20 July 2018

Thursday 12 July 2018


Being

Whenever we have a problem we try to resolve it. My Art explores Schizophrenia and an attempt to understand it, and attempt to solve the problems it poses. Faces Seen in a Clozapine Dream: The Good, The Bad and The Schizophrenic. This is human because everyone is a little schizophrenic. It is a spectrum disorder. In my attempt to understand it and other people has been the focus of my work. And expressing this has been the result. I don’t want to talk too much about the negative aspects of being Schizophrenic, I want to explore myself and other people, spotting similarities and connecting. The work is an attempt to connect. It is an expression. Expressing is something we do every day, every minute, and is central to what it means to be human. It is the link between the internal world and the external world. It makes us happy; it makes us sad and everything in between. Without expressing, we would not be meaningful to someone (one’s self, or others). It is central to Being. Being is huge. In many respects. I am a Being. You are a Being. We are Being. I try to convey my Being in my Art. And I find this cathartic as well as hugely satisfying. In my explorations the Being I am has grown and my understanding of Being has grown also. I have learned how to be me. What I want to know, the direction in which I am going and what I do not want to know. To understand what is important to me, what is not, and how to use this pragmatically. Being me is not easy, but as the old adage goes “Anything worthwhile never comes easy”. I am worthwhile. The challenges I face make me me and more me. Being grows….
So the explorations I experience build, mold, create Art. Which I convey to you. I invite you to become more of a being through knowing Being in my work.  In being interconnected with other Beings. I express my Being for your assimilation, so you too can Be. I invite you to explore what is important to you, to know my work and to understand or simply feel through which you will know something real to you. To react. At the point of reaction in which you exist I want to bring forward your Being. What is Being in this sense? Being in this sense is a multitude of things. Some of which conscious, some of which unconscious. Some of which understandable, some of which need a little more work. But one would hope, always with a sense of who-you-are-ness. We go forward knowing ourselves and through interacting with the things around us, we gain an understanding of ourselves. And what more unique, what more inspiring than Art? A direct line to someone else’s who-you-are-ness. Thus I hope to grow. To add relevance to my life and through that engage with the world of Others more completely and to add to the understanding of the world around me and to add to my understanding of myself through this process.
I put forward my Art. I birth it into existence. We share. We know, yet we are ignorant to so much. To know oneself is the only truth.  To which we bring meaning in the action of Being. Be with Me….Continue, be inspired, and never, ever, give up. I leave you with a heightened sense of Being

Me and you on a street. I cross the road to speak to you. You recognize me but do not know who I am. I say hello and you reply. I never knew you in this sense before. Yet I know you now. I forget so much but I remember the time we spent as children and how you used to make me laugh. I am a different person now and the experiences I have had have shaped me. I am different, but the same as you. I grew in a particular direction and became me just like your experiences have shaped you. I want to reject knowing the inner you and concentrate on my own self now. Maybe knowing you will become more relevant to me one day and we will pick up from where we left off. I gave you life, you acknowledged it  with a smile, went on your way with a happy sentiment in your heart. That was your experience. That is what you grew into. That is You.

When I crossed the road I had an aim in mind. To say hello. But that thought changed from an inclination into a full on experience. The road became a vehicle to which I attached meaning, and through that meaning the world made sense. The road now poses a different significance to which you will attach your own central belief. Experience of this sort becomes the farther down the road we go. We choose the road, and we choose where to cross. Put some flowers on the road, why not?
I must return to my studies…..i leave you with an added sense of direction.
Please enjoy my work ;) x


: In Blue. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841mm

Wednesday 11 July 2018

Saturday 7 July 2018

Wednesday 4 July 2018

Monday 2 July 2018

Sunday 1 July 2018

: Said Hugh. Oil on Card. A2  420 x 594mm. I guess this is what you call a polymorphous metaphor. It changes every time you look at it. You think you are making sense of it then it changes to something else. But i'll let you make up your own mind about that ! 

Friday 29 June 2018




We aim, we shoot, we miss, we learn

I stand on the plateau looking down on all below me. Involved in the life time and the most divine. It’s all good. I eat words like food. And you. You are something else, we become as we grow, because you are in my life. And that can only be right.

In a world of infinities we are rendered meaningful by similarities which are themselves fabrications, because we see similarities in the infinite. These “links”, these similarities are fabrications. We are as multiplicipal as beings, but we sense. Water may fall, heads may roll, but we perceive, links, continuation, we feel ourselves in a world of infinite possibility. A similarity human. Private and known to one, but shared by everyone. We live our private lives making sense of it where we can. In the infinite we render meaning by simplification. Conscious animals. “ In a World of chaos where do we find truth”?
Rising, I get to my feet
Unconscious, spontaneous, animal

Thursday 28 June 2018

Sunday 24 June 2018

: It's Hugh ! Oil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm. This painting seems to work no matter what the orientation. Try looking at it upside down

Friday 22 June 2018

Thursday 21 June 2018