Throughout the day
I close my eyes
I drift away
Micro-Dream it’s my Micro-Dream
And while I dream
the figures race
across my mind
across my face
does no one notice while my body here is listless
my mind is flying through kaleidascopic vistas
the thoughts and visions they refuse to stay behind
thats why I have to close my eyes and let my mind explore my
Micro-Dream it’s my Micro-Dream…
OK - so I’m loading up some images of my work in a chronological order from when I started painting again back in 2006 - I’m trying to keep it regular so if you stay tuned you’ll get to see how little my work has progressed.
On Earth as it is in Heaven
Acrylic on Canvas
AND ALL HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM
A friend of mine described this as a neonatal Alain de Botton trying to disguise a particularly toxic fart he had done - she wasn’t far off.
CERBERUS AT THE GATES OF HELL
This painting is also no longer in my hands I’m afraid.
Everyone Gets Along in The Abyss
There’s not much else to do. I sold this painting to my friend Tom.
This woman thinks she is too cool for school. She isn’t.
Acrylic on Paper
THE AMBASSADORS RECEPTION
The ambassador has thrown a party. It is a bacchanalian orgy of repressed indulgences. Everyone eventually ends up fusing their bodies together like in ‘Society’