
GUERNICA
Picasso’s grief, broken down again. Black, white and grey forms lock together and pull apart, as if the painting is still trying to put itself back together.
Works that belong to no series. Each one a fragment of the larger narrative, standing on its own.

Picasso’s grief, broken down again. Black, white and grey forms lock together and pull apart, as if the painting is still trying to put itself back together.


Two pencil portraits of the same man. Rest and restlessness, the two halves of every artist.

Being seen is a gift and a warning at the same time.

What we let go of always leaves a texture behind.



One wave, stippled dot by dot, then broken into shapes and fragments. The same motion, never repeated the same way twice.

The complexities in life require the Thinking Man.

I was inspired by the colors of the great Damien Hirst and I used that as a starting point, then this appeared to remind me of life.

My nod to digital art legend XCOPY: death, glitched and wearing a hoodie.

Stop trying to be liked by everybody. You don’t even like everybody.

A figure on mint green, crossed by a thick blue band, red spray running down. Something holds it together and holds it back.

The fight is rarely with anyone else.



Mortality, dressed up as a treat.

Some people refuse to be smoothed into the crowd.