In celebration of Newcastle’s Late Shows, I’ll be popping up with a one-night show at the Baltic 39.
‘Credulous Morons’ will be open for 4 sweet hours on May 16th from 7pm – 11pm.
Based on an extension of the open studio platform, I’m going to be exhibiting the work I make between shows that often doesn’t see the light of day.
If you’re unable to attend but would like to see new available work, please sign up to my preview list.
I hope you can make it- I’ll be all the way up on the 3rd floor (with beer, long may it last)
Shiny and new: Paintings | Sculpture | Prints
Studio 32, 3rd Floor
31 – 39 High Bridge
Newcastle upon Tyne
This is the last week for anyone in/passing through LA to see ’20 Years Under the Influence of Juxtapoz’ running in conjunction with Robert Williams’ epic SLANG Aesthetics.
Thank you to Gary Pressman for sharing photos from the opening;
The latest addition to The Tribe.
Family is important round these parts.
Rex & Bertie
YUP. 3rd year running and this time I went full-cheese with my submission.
I can’t show you because it’s secret until after the sale. But you know, it’s there. And leaves.
Anyway, this year’s exhibition is now open at Somerset House until May 3rd. Yes! I’ve never experienced the visceral rush of having a superior approve of me in a manner that led to a promotion, so having a painting on show at Somerset House means I get to award myself 1 Life Point – irrespective of the fact that I can’t even prove to you which one is mine and that it does in fact exist.
At any time I get to cash in a Life Point for One Bucket of Chocolate at my own expense. It comes with free Self Loathing, Vomit Feelings and weight gain so I’m riding pretty high right now. I’m nearly 30 and am making up my own unit measurement of self worth (WITH shortcomings), so things are pretty okay ish right now.
At 10am on May 4th you can attend the sale and fight strangers for sleeves that you think Someone Excellent may have touched and if you lose at that you can buy mine. All proceeds go to charity.
This year there are some big names in there, but I’m going to level with you and say that right now I can’t remember which ones they are. I should be so lucky to exhibit with them and forget who they are. (I’m just really hungry right now and can’t think beyond sorting that out)
A delayed addition to the 2014 gallery section…
Something About the Grass Always Being Greener
oil and ink on canvas
36″ x 36″
The Devil and words from the Children
I’ve received some really incredible gifts and oddities over the years, but the box I opened from Adam this afternoon knocked me full-on legit speechless for at least a few minutes. I’m a nervous talker, so running out of sounds to make is a rare occurrence. I can’t really remember the last time I was rendered mute.
It contained a beautifully made devil-come-jackal marionette and the evidence of some character probing done behind my back under the casual scrutiny of a class of 6 year olds attached to a clipboard.
I can’t believe how cool this is. Thank you Adam x This is so much better some some poxy house painting. You win at gifts.
(Sammy is my favourite)
I’m excited about this.
Curated by Gary Pressman of Corpro Gallery and Andrew Hosner of Thinkspace, ’20 Years Under the Influence of JUXTAPOZ’ is a group show celebrating exactly what it says on the tin.
Opens Feb 22nd – April 19th at LAMAG; Los Angeles Municipal Art Gallery
4800 Hollywood Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90027
To attend the opening, please email
Submit full names and get there as close to the opening at 6:00PM to assure entrance since the museum can only admit to capacity.
When Marcie went over the whole town was quietly relieved.
They were royals, but nobody cares
Jacob got out in perfect time
Frank: Sad because he lost his lunch
Over the next week I’ll be adding new and old work to my big cartel shop. Varied mediums and sizes. No previews on this occasion, I’m just jumping in- the content on my instagram feed is more or less what you’ll find, along with a few unseens.
It feels fucking crass doing this while my cat, my best guy, my fuzzy son has been missing for 5 days. I can’t yet tell whether the shame of assuming ‘business as usual’ is warranted or absurd. I’m coming down on both sides of that fence and it feels just like a wooden post in the pants. Ideal Brown and I have delivered 500 flyers and have ordered 500 more. I’ve contacted vets, schools, shelters, charities and visited our old place daily. I’ve spoken to builders, kids and moms. I’ve begged twitter and grovelled for retweets and facebook shares. If you think me a fool, don’t worry; I agree with you 100%. I’ve hung up his blanket and parked an old suitcase in the back yard in the hope that he catches the scent. I walk around and whistle until I run out of puff. I’ve received calls from strangers, texts and emails of advice and support from friends as well as people I’ve never met and it’s frankly heartwarming that so many people care. I appreciate it more than I can say. Thank you to everyone who has helped. If I stop too long and actually think about what’s going on, I lapse into panic mode so I appreciate all the voices who have interrupted that with positivity.
I think that when I was investigating acrylic gouache colour, I might’ve been taken in by the Japanesque range from Turner. In fact, I’m sure of it.
I detest acrylic, but then I do most mediums that I can’t ‘master’. Master…what a loose word. I consider myself a master at nothing but eating and breathing. Most days I can barely put one foot in front of the other.
Anyway, I’m learning, through flesh cats.