united kingdom

I’ve encountered an awful lot of reprobates in my life so far. This piece is dedicated to a particular group of them...

During the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I'm inundated with flyers. A bit of a burden to some, but in my case they have their uses...

Inspired by a very drum and music heavy weekend that's just left us. Cracking times had by all I'd say!

Of all the dreams I’ve had in my life, the one I had back in July of 2007 as a 14 year old seems to have stuck somewhere in my memory the longest. It involved some airy-fairy death and rebirth of the world and it all got very 2001-sy real quick. Here’s a retelling of that story...ish.

Long story short I needed a title, and prior to that my phone opted to have some sort of techno-stroke earlier in the day, and I took inspiration from this. So, yeah...

Quite often I dream up strange word combinations. The title for this one’s yet another example of such activities...

Yes, the titles will remain forever random.

As it looks and as it sounds.

Two strangers passing in the night, such fun times.

"If Madonna's allowed to reinvent herself every 15 minutes, I figure I should be good for a change at least once every 20 years." - “Weird Al” Yankovic.

Freaky, yet chilled-out coffee vibes.

Quite often I’ll get ambushed with flyers and the like whilst out and about. Thankfully, I have use for said materials.

Four Tet's good for my creativity, no doubt about it.

A little thanks to the works of Ariel Pink for this one. If you’re anything like I am, grooves like his always get you through your creative process

Today's cut-up fest, inspired by the works of Anthony Burgess and Stanley Kubrick.

Last night's Wednesday wind-down.

My process in a nutshell, more or less!

Hello 2020! The madness resumes.

Because two heads are better or worse than none.

Friday night’s alright for creating...

If you see what I did here with the title then sharp eyes, you have...

Me and a few close friends in a cryptic nutshell.

One for the mindless...

Another song for dreams.

I cut up one lyric, and then another...and then, booyah!

I overheard the term ‘feeding the muse’ after what felt like an age and two halves at some point this week, so I figured I’d utilise it as a source of inspiration (and corrupt it in the name of art) somehow...

Sequel time.

For new horizons.