Headless Heroes






You may have noticed its been ages since I’ve put up any new work on my blog. I’ve been up the walls trying to get on top of my next show at Laz, it opens Oct 31st, which seems like ages away but is nothing in painting-time. So nothing is being finished at the moment, everything is suspended in an awkward unfinished limbo. So I decided to send this drawing into Laz. Its always good to  complete something, no matter how small, when everything else looks like they’ll never get done.

There’s some new imagery in this one, mainly boobies, or should I say a boob, which is always nice. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Desperate Romantics on BBC2. The show is fairly shit lets be honest but I always love how the media portrays artists, with their cliched temperament and feverish approach to painting. The show is packed full of screaming drunken artists. And boobies. Very entertaining.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention, Laz said the drawing was A5 in the press release, its actually 4 times the size at A3.

Beautiful Losers

Finally got down to London’s ICA last night to see Beautiful Losers, the seminal art documentary from director Aaron Rose. Its running for another week so if you haven’t seen it yet now’s yer chance. Plus, the bar in the ICA have a fairly sweet offer – any burger and a pint for £7.50 if you produce your cinema ticket… everyone’s a winner! (unless you’re a beautiful loser).


Months late with all the news but I only just realized Themselves were back with a new album earlier in the year. I’m rubbish at keeping the ol ear to the ground. Must pay more attention to stuff. Love this, no video of course but it features the James Joyce of hip hop Mr Aesop Rock with his standard blast of stream of consciousness delirium. Me loves. Booooooooooom.

Roberto Saviano – on food, boxing, snow and life in exile.

He’s the same age as me, sold 2 million copies of his book and he’s been on the run ever since. There’s an excellent diary piece by Saviano in todays Times where he talks about the torture of living life in exile on the run from the Camorra who have vowed to kill him. Gomorrah, the film adaptation of his book is an excellent but dish-water grim view of Mafia life. Dispels all glamourous myths.