Author Archives: matt

The jacket that has been my constant companion for the last few years has finally come to the end of her life. It is time to retire her, to place her into the wardrobe of eternity. You have served me … Continue reading →

There is always a process. My process involves a large amount of photography, manipulation of those photos and a diagram. I trace a diagram, taking in what’s necessary from the photo, ignoring what’s not. I then use this diagram as … Continue reading →

A holiday to mark an end, down to the sea where all things collapse. I drive and strewn across the roadside, glinting in the morning sun, lay spools of tape, rustling – Polarities slowly resolving into meaningless compromise.

An arcade. The machines seem implausibly arranged. The big one wont look me in the eye, she turns away. The little one implores me to play. I remember Lethal Enforcers, but this is not the game of my youth – … Continue reading →

I have the compulsion to complete my pieces, finishing the parts of the painting I am completely uninterested in. Fuck the parts of the painting I’m uninterested in. I imagine this is a side-effect of the sort of photo-realism I … Continue reading →

I was so glad to see you, it had been years. The void that had separated us now closed. We met in your room, early evening, dusk falling on the cobbled streets outside. A girl was with us, distracted, she … Continue reading →

Some people cling to photos. Cataloguing thousands of images, one after another. Because nothing’s as real as a moment seen through a view finder, exposed on film, framed haphazardly by quaking, transient hands. It seems more concrete, as if your … Continue reading →

There were more candles!