Currently residing in Lincolnshire, a plant-based country boy, who can’t bear artist statements.

Ostensibly a painter, working in several fields that often intersect, resulting in rural abstractions with a heavy accent on objecthood, iterative sculpture and painterly landscape photography. 

Materially driven, drawing on a past life as a graffiti writer and an unhealthy obsession with the history of 20th century western art, the work often pokes fun at the concept of art as commodity and the contradictions and segregated ugliness of hyper-capitalism.  

Tatty, dilapidated, downgrade, formal games of affluent resistance, non-linear regression, distinctly lacking all requisite bravery.

The cracks are where the dark gets out.

Perpetually hovering between maximal and minimal, a sliver of the all, all knowingly bookended by nothingness.

A derivative limbo, a state expressed in the making, stuck, yet unable to settle, and without expectation to anytime soon.