January 30, 2011 § Leave a comment



If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke – The Soldier, 1914

The first five lines of Rupert Brooke’s ‘The Soldier’ written 350 times each, once for each British soldier killed in Afghanistan up to the 28/01/2011. Brooke’s poetry glorified nationalism and empire, nowadays with hindsight it seems absurd, I wanted to match this absurdity of language with form, repeating the lines of poetry until they became useless shapes without meaning or potency.

(Update: 03/03/2011) Sold.



January 28, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dead Badger, Alive Badger.

Last summer I was lucky enough to see a young badger in the middle of the day, we stared at each other for a while, by the time I managed to get to my camera he was already running away and I could only get one good shot.

Earth Union Jack

January 26, 2011 § Leave a comment

Earth Union Jack

240 x 120cm

Soil sourced from England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland to make the different sections of the Union Jack. With this piece and others using the Union Jack symbol I’m hoping to make works that address the relation between the landscape and national identity as well as the role landscape painting has played in the creation of national identities.


January 19, 2011 § Leave a comment



New work made from used shotgun shell cases collected while out walking. Originally I had tried to arrange the shells into a large triangular formation, when that failed I found an great old frame we had at home that I had been wanting to use for years but found nothing to suit it, the shells fit protruding from the frame just a few millimetres as if caught in the motion of shooting out.

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