On the 30th of October 2016, myself and two others found the murdered body of my neighbour and friend; these paintings show how - somehow - I'd picked up on something happening yet not knowing exactly what it was, being unable to read the signs and only fully realising all after the event. They visualise my perspective within the situation and how I dealt with the personal devastation it brought, each painting indicating progress through a bizarre and horrendous film - a symbolic, visionary document and eye
The work is beyond anything I've painted before, and although follows recognisable working methods and content, it centred around an incident that is without doubt, the single most weirdest event I've ever had to deal with.
One freezing cold, Saturday morning in January, 2016, I alighted a number 23 bus and made my way to Debbie's house, where four artists gathered to discuss a forthcoming show for the Summer; over a cup of tea, I asked friend, artist & gallery owner Colin Jellicoe how it was possible to get a solo show at his gallery?