Title: The powerlessness of one. As I continue to explore visual art as a means of my own personal expression it awakens or introduces me to a part of myself I have ignored or not felt confident expressing in a verbal context. Each painting, each study of an artist or a medium awakens something new deep within and gives me an alternative way of voicing personal opinion. As I slowly unravel why I have suffered at times by severe depression and alcohol abuse artistic expression gives me the confidence to voice things that in the past I have kept silent.

The message has been asked by me both outwardly and inwardly since an early age. I don't get it, I don't get our denial, our ability to sweep it away, while we go on consuming, I truly don't get how as a society we live the way we do while children such as this are dying. Don't worry I am not finger pointing as I am a guilty as the next, more so because of my constant awareness.

Medium Notes:

Stenciling without the aerosol spray work. Not a big fan working with aerosols when I can use acrylics instead. Looks simplistic yet is quite labour intensive painting. Looking forward to a series based on what I couldn't give 2 fucks about (live and let live), what I find acceptable, what I tolerate and what I cant stand. This style of painting was inspired by two things, an email that I received from a person that hated everything I am yet was gutless and left no return email address, the other was a French artist, Hervito, www.hervito.cabanova.fr/ saw his work on Facebook and loved his style. Helped me get past a stale moment.

Medium Notes:

Free flow of oneself, no direct thought to outcome, more like a child that has no need to express anything but the instant. The painting starts out as something yet unlike a child, it needs to change a number of times until this adult can reach that child like place of pure expression. Relying on instinct rather than confusing rules, made this piece an enjoyable free like experience. As most art requires a starting point, my initial thoughts were of a poem I wrote to express what I was feeling a few hours before I began.

Medium Notes:

This is a very interesting piece of work for me because it's not going the way I had expected. Its supposed to be a form of simplicity, yet it doesn't want to be as such. A basic stencil design put over a piece of canvas, then sprayed with the imprint being a distorted bar code with some cryptic numbers. How easy could that be? Working out what the bar coded numbers easy, (for me any way), cutting the stencil was easy enough, yet when I place it onto the canvas to do some pretty simple spray work it all falls apart.