This is a view of the town where I grew up. The use of colour is vibrant yet calm at the same time, conveying the excitement you can feel when your senses and inspiration are being stimulated again, while at the same time feeling the comfort and ease of returning to a homely place.
The safe, warm, muffled voices of the adults downstairs, akin to the sounds a foetus hears at twelve weeks old, this sound piece takes the listener back to their childhood and conjures the unconscious memories of their first home: the womb.
Oil on canvas
This is part of a series of works based on childhood memories of people and places around my home. This painting is an imagined/remembered representation of myself. I am sitting on a swing in an urban playground near my home. I used to spend hours there delaying my return home where my parents often fought.
'Wherever I Lay My Hat'
'Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines (Pablo Neruda's Chair)'
Here a girl looks for others in a game of Sardines. The painting stems from the memory of childhood games around the home especially at night and the mixture of fun and fear that makes such games exciting. The child transforms the home, by means of imagination, into another world. Our homes exist as much in our heads as they do in the physical world.
Acrylic and spray paint on boxed wood
The warm old mahogany Chest
In the top drawer are your socks
Clean and welcoming
The smell of your last wash
Bury your face
The music you never left
'Across the Water'
Photograph, deep block mounted
Being born and living in Wales as a young boy, and now having lived in Bristol for sixteen years, the bridges across the river Severn had a big impact on me. As punctuation at the start or end of a holiday I am always in awe of these man-made structures, and made aware of their relationship to my journey.