Inner Landscape (after Seneca on the shortness of life)

I can’t really paint pretty pictures or even things that make people feel good. What I want to do is squeeze myself into or out of the works. The more I create the more cathartic it becomes – my innards are laid bare for all to see.

150 x 200cm

charcoal, book, bitumen, clay, concrete, plywood and synthetic polymer on canvas


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