Sex/Glue/Paper
Stories created and told using found materials, old paper bags, sweet wrappers, packaging anything and everything. Depending on whether it's a Beer label or a paper bag ignites a direction. Creating this way satisfies me. It's like Russian roulette without the silver Bulitt. A way to access my inner feelings. without my art I dare say these inner needs would be buried deep. I suppose this is my way of revealing the inner me. Belfast is my my home. Art is usually conservative here and I feel a bit excluded from the clich. Galleries and museums are not prepared to invest in anything that might upset or offend. Straight-laced is the order of the day, This puts me on the outside. Even I feel my work is strange and odd. I've noticed the subject of my art is discussed. I suppose people feel uncomfortable with my work even embarrassed, the Elephant in the room or maybe it's the taboo in the human zoo. Anyway, I'm compelled to continue for now.