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I was going through some boxes of drawings and I found a sealed package of tiny etchings that I forgot about. I am going to paint on them while I wait for the large oil on canvases are drying in the studio.
I don't think you could or should explain any piece of art entirely because it cuts it off from alternative interpretations. What I want to do here is talk about the things that happened around it, the things that pushed it into what it became. It was the largest oil on canvas I painted during my time in Berlin. The video was filmed in my Berlin…
There is so much magic in this short video of Giacometti working in his famously dirty studio.
Most of the iconic photos I have seen of him have a greyness about them. He is like a mystical hairy creature living in a world of grey dust, smoke and raindrops. I saw…
A short video discussing the inspiration for "New Year's Eve Berlin (After Whistler)", one of the large oil paintings I have been working on during my time here in Berlin.
Got up early, met some cool trees and my favourite unicorn on a toilet door. Passed two floating boxes and some exploding buildings. Bumped into some geometric lines that were hanging out with cool greys and greens. Stumbled on a place that was delicate since the 1800s. Saw a human who has seen many things. Cracked open a …
This is a stubborn beast of a canvas. I was sure it would be finished for my show in June “Go, Go Pitch-Black Night”. But no, just before the finish line, it took a sharp left into a dark forest where it has been sitting, defiant and undecided. I couldn’t hear it, and I had no…
Sometimes things remind me of other things out of context. The steel surface of this bin in Berlin reminds me of tree bark. One of my favourite...
I just walked by this large diptych in a Berlin underground station. I think it reflects that idea of art being all around us. Those gorgeous chocolate browns mixed with cappuccino greys sitting next to its silent neighbour, encased by a smoky green...
The hero awakens with a strange feeling of otherworldliness caused by a vortex floating through an open window and landing on his head. His mind is firmly stuck inside it, but his body is rooted in this world. The fears that plague him, real and imagined, are momentarily diminished, and in this pause, he is overcome with the burning desire to be free from his prison of conditioned thought. He slowly rises from his bed and begins to walk out into a deserted city. As he is pulled ever deeper into the silent city…