Some drawings of the Lake District

A wintery field in Grasmere

Horizon with Sheep

My Dinner

salt and malt vinegar
the real McCoy's
ridge cut
nothing but
crisps

I find comfort in the thought
that if you take out the monosodium glutamate
and overlook the maltodextrin
there's a little bit of vegetable
in every one

Cheap and Cheerful

like crabs
waiting to be cooked
no thought for comfort
no friendly introductions
and very little room
for elbows or toes
this is how we travel
on the Mega bus to Glasgow

Eat Skull

Sketches of Crete

Damnoni Beach

Elefonsi Beach

White Mountains and the sea

Bloodlust

southern shards
from sudden stars
longing for
a tired silence
ghosts of goat's milk bells
tinkling below
olivehoney drips
a swallow dips
escaping thirsty hills
it sips chlorine and circles again
tasting nothing
the earth coughs up dust
and thousands of tiny bugs
affectionately see me as their next meal
for a brief moment i share in their bloodlust
i offer up my arm as a sacrifice
they gladly receive

Palm Beach

Some photo's of Palm Beach in Crete, after a forest fire.

Sketch of Liverpool

Chinese Arch in the Evening

Southport

There's a model railway you can't see
And the chips are far too greasy for me
You can't even swim in the sea
Southport's the place to be

If you're near Liverpool it's worth a trip
Just a few miles along the coast, if you're up for it
If you don't like the fairground then there's always Matalan
If you're looking for a bargain
And they've even got fancy trams
Southport is the classic seaside town

But if you like your entertainment more old school
Maybe try the teashops or the Bingo Hall
If you're lucky you might win a tenner
Southport doesn't get much better

And if you're looking for novelty, why not try
The Antiques Market or the Bring and Buy
They've got Darth Vader masks
And postcards of the past
Or if you get really stuck
There's a Lawnmower Museum that's hard to find
Whatever you like to do
Southport will keep you busy for an hour or two

Formby

wandering silently
today the sea is so noisy
it leaves its debris
scattered shells, shrapnel
washed up bits of broken machinery
all around my feet

a continuous conveyor belt
bringing in
all these obsolete jellyfish
masses of green wires
the seaweed
and some kind of seaworm
I carelessly avoid

beneath the heavy clouds
the sand darkens to a thick brown fudge
or a swiss roll
coating my feet
I'm trying not to stick

looking past
a horizon broken by charcoal buildings
ghosts of ships creep by
the city is not so far from here

Liverpool

Despite the bog
The Mersey stands
For when Liverpool was once
So great & grand
And now the Seagulls go wading through
Mud so thick
You could lose a hand
The smell is enough to put off
Even the most determined of bathers
Except frogs

Trauma

These people aren't here for fun
They don't get their kicks
From watching patients being operated on
They're not here to spread disease
Or to laugh at the O.A.P.'s
They're not here for the history,
The queues, or the hospitality
And they aren't looking for a bed for the night
They could be here for their medication
But they're definitely not here for the food, that's for certain
They're here for the trauma, that's all

Sketches of Manchester

Moss Side Millennium Green

N.I.A. Centre, Moss Side

Sketches of Manchester

Levenshulme train station in a hurry

People waiting in Piccadilly train station

Beside Messenger of Peace statue

Empty building On Rochdale Road

Sheep in Pendle

Night Scares

Thin and crispy clouds
Slice through the tomato peach sky
I hate those broccoli trees
Spiky silhouettes of mixed veg
Black against the farmland crust
Cabbage cows
In pizza town
My deep pan
Night-time
Night scares
Have taken their revenge

Rebound Diary Project

Rebound Diary Project

Rebound Diary Project

Sketches of Manchester

Great Western Street, Moss Side

Probation Centre, Moss Side

Derelict Church, Moss Side

View from Bus Stop, Moss Side

Buisness Men in the Canteen

Empty Cinema, Stretford

Harsh Lines & Spongy Surfaces

I've been invited to do the Diary Project as part of the Hackney Wicked Art Festival in London next week, July 30th - August 1st...

More info here:
Island Projects

and here:
Hackney Wicked Art Festival

'An exhibition with installations, paintings and games, impromptu performances and audio installations that flow in and out of the exhibition space. An art exhibition as utilitarian hell. '


I'll post some pictures soon!

Sketches from Norway

American theme bar in Oslo

The Norwegian Nick Cave
Bar Kristiana, Oslo

Huk beach in Bygdoy

Grunnmurede Provianthus in Fredrikstad

The Holy Trinity

Rest, ice, elevation
It's not really much fun,
Being a patient

Black and White

speaking should be reserved
for the less clumsy
for the polite
the noiseless
and the clutter-free

for those people capable
of eating spaghetti
the chosen few
who's words flow
like streams, sunsets and trees
and who dream of things like these

words should not be wasted
on the nervous
the nocturnal
or the nut cases
they clatter through life
tuned to black and white

defining themselves
in a half-formed sketch
a hand clap hello
and a colourless gesture
they are the centrepiece
in their cartoon theatre

Shortbread

early morning push past
trauma dogs
in the queue at the vets
a symphony of sick pets
eyeing up each new pair of ankles
and each new set of legs
we all take the sniff test
anguish mixed with distrust
the taste is
not unlike Rusks

Rebound Diary Project

Here are some images from the diary project two weeks ago:

Monday 26th April

Tuesday 27th April

Wednesday 28th April

Thursday 29th April

Friday 30th April

Saturday 1st May

Sunday 2nd May

My train journey in 15 second intervals