S- Of course, what was I thinking? Why here? Why not? R- Last week I was an MP, but today? S- You are doing community service in the House of Lords? R- Hang on, I'll just intervene " I have. S- ..................................................... why were you an MP last week? R- Well, Gordon was running the Whitehouse, and was rather enjoying a change of scenery!! S- Gordon? Gordon whom? R- His royal highness Gordon Brown S- I never knew he was part of the Royal family!? R-

How powerful is an institution in denial? TATT advocates for a post-realist world of culture but can't envisage it being painted on a canvas!! Today it is the gen 'Z,' and tomorrow it will be the gen 'A', is there anything that would lead to believe in repetition, or in the extracting yourself from the tramlines of enforcing the cyber age, digital revolution, social media (which now has a certain appeal to teenagers to post their rebellion), or chat bots?!! So, do you thin

Democracy, like human nature and thus like Painting, is not perfect. Paintings represent not just the representative nature of Renaissance Art of classic Roman/Grecian type but have realised that there are permutations of life in its compelling and constantly evolving departure from expectations and assumptions. Surely it reminds us of what we share and what divides us. furthermore, the world has emerged from the mind-fog of 1991 to today, but with all the supercomputers of

Is the Painting medium finished or burnt-out and at the end of a cul-de-sac of originality? No! That would be folly. Demotion by TATT ironically put Painting in an inadvertent path to the avant-garde of Art today! Digital and tech Art in general has only been subjected to a drone culture of cheap but very well-connected derivative visual and sensorial interaction with bling! But could Painting bring back Art beyond the elitism of Art Collages' dictatorship of patronizing

We live in a complex confrontational era of conventional war under the last resort of the nuclear age. We also live in an age of migration , both those fleeing for their lives as civilians or invading militaries, no longer relying upon cyber hacking, social media junkyism, where we have relaxed upon our own western smugness and complacency of the Berlin wall being breached and AI and all our firewalls being invaded. Relativism has been succeeded by plundering idealism in ord

I have no moral scruples that would stop me from asset stripping 19th century philosophies that have both accelerated or retarded us from taking away what I think is relevant to me then, now and in the future. It is not simply a utilitarian perspective because I have no interest in joining or belonging to an ideological construct from between the eras of Jane Austin and Charles Dickens. Furthermore, I won't take any lectures from relativists and dogmatics but prefer to be a

Freedom to and freedom against, will always be the keystone of every challenge to the status quo against TATT. Indeed, Painters have been very fortuitous when exiled from mainstream Art elite by 1985, in fact it allowed 'the medium' to not be overlooked whilst it found the pressure point and departure angle to free itself from centralised control and get on with the job of self-invention. Was it ever 'burnt-out' or in a form cul-de-sac? Of course not ! Painting had been give

The key to acknowledging Painting today is that you have to embark on a self-invention dilemma. Perhaps it may appear "regressive, factionalistic, egotistical and self-satisfied, bourgeois indulgence"..... have you heard this rhetoric before ? Yes you have, it is out of the Marxist-lenin ist copybook ! Well, apart from Nationalistic forms of that ideology today in China and North Korea, the rest is finished !!! Not only old fossils like the USSR, but also the various post-m

How the sky spinning out the sol star when that giant molester corners the clearance of the skies this radiant seething dinosaur tempts and taunts and smears an expressionist spotlight interrogating each victim of the winged killer.where its leering poison so fired upon the flesh that flayed ripple seers across the scuffed sand. Is it always honing in on barely half-baked buried amidst the detritus for unripe wrinkles of mellow youthful burn ? Perhaps because of the sun ragin

Only snow that falls can melt and rust by silence and alarm to conceal the snow churns that burial gauge of fallen petals and slice the flake that scars upright amongst the fleeting ice that scraped ridge that scalpel that punctures deep into the wheeled wing that salts the spears ancient predator wise to vigour and affliction the confident temptation to stall the razor climb by steep bravadoed boast a precarious crevice that fluorescent shelf landed on a half-paved whisp

Murmurings of the slip of words sly the over-stretch in the sliding blink draining a sun hidden from glow plated masks late in weaving daylights wincing glazed imposter troubled by the exhausting foe of clay-seized slump rotting the skies that carefree summers haven't spied the relentless scar those feeble scales tipped to thud all submitting sunsets abandoned by emptied meter that shuns the braille insight and silences of our cowering eye sinking beneath the slipped lying t

Gull luring a reef rip and the intestines of the green-bobbing carcase that fractures land make the slit of waves mind the violent cargo of flooded wrapped fierce and yet folded into this spilled sprawl frothing only out the mouth upon the tongue of those ageing pummelled shelves why skulking mounts amongst stilled fiction of puddled lights that skim the shredded skin are still just bruised and pebbled migrant ciss-crossing the rasp of shadows merging groan this scaled ink

Hard listening inside the rain and windows fleeting curtain circles the rich burnings that log the flame spliced heavily to draw its flickers to why we stoop to grimace the snaps of the bud dry flamed licked that blue foiled crisp that asks the unkind flint why within the myth that makes ancient the silence beckoning shard taunt memories and its kin of tales? Where do we run for whispers that offer stories of night where stars are shared to navigate the dark intimacy of ligh

How love fasts until those who supersedes their grandchildren's dependency can lure spoon fed loop that encasing of those who can foresee the ancient math of generations of pastiche that cold thin layer that delayed skin of wrinkled oxygen of childhood reinstated incapacity of pale resistance of the left-overs that spill across the varnish tearless and emptied half-breath of lawless conscription? How but cornea burning stare can bestow any great power or mystery in our restor

Here chronological sequence is once more changed and expanded. The chain of cause and effect is disrupted but not frozen or paralysed by 20th century notions or concepts and amongst other things, arguments of 'Form' .So each image may or maybe not be 'the final image' (or the beginnings of the image). There will be images that are unfinished to some, or finished or over done, where time is both held in one moment and yet in motion that is captured in flight and not an inanima

21st century paradox, anomalies, and nature's contemporary Surrealism by the pendulumic cultural expansion and then contraction of freedom of visual expression by the Painting medium. This multiple image collision is a break with boundaries and architecture of when you are too reliant on happy accidents to impose their outcomes. When does any Painter surrender their creativity to a cul-de-sac of resourcefulness? Certain issues come to mind: When did eye to hand to brush to ca

Cold War Relics and curios lie at the bottom of the pile of rubble that used to keep new thinkers in check, both sides of the The Berlin Art Wall. It seems only a combo of Democracy and Capitalism can still sustain multiple pendulumic swings and economic and ideological cycles without recourse for dictatorship! Back Story: How did we evolve after the end of the Cold War? Well, as a Painter it involves the status of 'Form' being reset. Everyone knows my resistance to the elit

S -She spent 6 years in a psychiatric ward just to get the job? R - Grissley isn't unique! S- There are wards just for Entrepreneurs too? R- And front-line sociopathic captains of industry S-Dive and live hive R- But psych wards are where we get most of our great and successful actors! RADA trains all its pupils here, well in the secure unit! S- And Larry was from Broadmoor? R- Absolutely! S-And of course 'no dramas' claim they were here first? R- Right again!! S- Welcome to

Painting requires (and has done for 50 years in this country) loyalty and allegiance to its cause! Just like every path of life, Painters don't need an honour or OBE to be loyal; it should come counter-intuitively! But if you have been the recipient of patronage do watch out; it could be a cover story for being secretly black-balled by professional jealousy! But here's the thing, most Artists don't choose 'track and not field’, they are warned that you'll only get a low de

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