Art Update: My trajectory as a visual artist has been strange, frequently terrifying, and abundant with spikey insights. About a year and a half ago, the muse kicked me out of the car at about 38 mph on a dusty road somewhere in the vicinity of the Salton Sea. I sat down in a puddle of carbolic acid, spat blood and wept. Little did I know that back in my home, a gang of neo-pre-raphaelite thugs were ‘touching up’ the 30 paintings I was formerly most pleased with. When I complained about this later they took me for a ride in the company car and explained to me in so many words which end is up. As it happened, I had to go to bed for a year anyway. My point is that I am regrouping art-wise. I stopped bothering with etsy and expect to have art available for sale soon.

Paintings from a phase of wandering, uncertainty, and transfiguration 2018-2021 in Los Angeles, Madrid, and Cambridge, UK.