‘Domesticated II’, 24″ X 32″, oil on panel, 1996.

There are quite a few painting in this style. I have 32 of them close by or hanging up. Possibly fugurative expressionism, I’m not fond of style labels, it leads far too often to people thinking its connected to or should be compared to a different artist, it is not in someone else’s style, it might be labeled a style, that’s all. The style I developed here was to strip down the elaborate brushwork from the neurotica paintings. A simplification of the image, so the idea that you have been domesticated, is perhaps more easily understood. What are we like when we are put in the same confined spaces as the animals we eat. Soft and mushy bones, fatty muscles, psychological breakdown, extreme violence. Homo domesticus.


‘Hunger’, 72″ X 120″, oil on canvas.

A very large painting, this painting has been in one other smallish gallery that still had a wall big enough. It sat close to the public window, and people did not like it at all. What do I mean by this enormous mountain of skin and starvation and greed, how dare I say this about YOU!!! The window was spat on at least 30 times by human pieces of shit, you know, the majority of you. The gallery owner kep it up for a few days but that was not a good sign, so we pulled it out, I took it off the stretcher, and rolled it up, that was 1997. It has stayed rolled up since then, except for this brief appearance in my video below, called ‘Painting a Picture’. This was after the major breakdown and seizure but before I had to stop using oil paint. It was a regular sized apartment and I rolled the painting out horizontally on the wall. Then put the camera on the seat of my bicycle and rolled it past the painting. There’s maybe 3
seconds in this video. But it got rolled up again immediatley.

Painting a Picture

A short video of one of the three paintings I made during the year following a seizure and major health problems. Its called tri-polar, fondly mocking my psychiatrists after they gave me my diagnosis of bi-polar disorder. The depressed maniac.

I think most artists have this concept of their masterpiece, the one painting they felt themselves was worthy of showing in a major gallery, maybe even someone in the major gallery would buy it for their collection. I spent a year in one studio painting Hunger, it was an old dance studio, with fabulous 12 foot high walls where I could hang it up.

‘Tri-polar’, 42″ X 42″, oil on canvas. Tearing myself apart from the inside you might say.

Abstractions of Violence

The abstraction of violence. it is what I do, it keeps me out of the institute, if you know what I mean, and with people as the subject including myself there is no shortage of material.The sound I made with many programs on my old iMac, I was trying to make sadness, or grief into a sound..This abstraction we do so well without even thinking about its source, it makes the best art, music, theatre, and movies, and it makes me feel better so it’s what we all do. It allows us all to keep going to war, again and again, everyone is a hero now. All 8 billion of us. Forgetting to keep entropy at bay.

The more of us there are, the less each individual is noticed.


This is one of those styles or methods, expressionism maybe, which would attract the viewer to works which are often difficult to discuss, with the hope of doing exactly that, starting a discussion. This is far easier, in some ways, if there is a physical gallery to stand in with other people looking to think as they see. Otherwise in the digital age a discussion is very easy to have without me at all. Something I always felt important in all the arts, the viewer doesn’t need the artist anymore, they have their own discussion with the work. I’ve said everythingin the painting, I’m drained of words after that.

‘Chemical Prison’, 24″ X 36″, oil on canvas. This is one of the three paintings I made in the year following the seizure. I was taking some very powerful medications for bi-polar disorder. I don’t think they work at all. My best medication is painting these types of paintings to have a peaceful place to put the violence. The violence which is second nature to all humans.

Chemical Prison