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Kilts and crowns

A crown is a dodgy object. It only needs to slip slightly sideways to downgrade you from noble to contemptible in a nanosecond. Try running away wearing one while those disenchanted commoners are coming for Your Majesty with staves. In these little paintings I imagine the futile objects floating or falling earthwards to either crash or bounce. My father was a Highlander but didn’t own a kilt. After a few drams he would borrow mine (bought for me age 5) and do a party piece. Haste ye back, Dad.

 

 

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The Biro

I love a doodle. More comes out of the end of a ballpoint as we’re hanging on the phone than we know, or maybe that we would wish others to know. But it can be tamed. Sort of. Not too much.

 

 

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 Abstracts

Inspired by old walls, tattered flags, Liubov Popova, I’m playing around with layers of acrylic. Sludgy and juicy.

 

 

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Rabbits

Lots of little drawings, but so far only two of them have made it into paintings. Hows yer father, 1 and 2.