Diptych (Beltway River), graphite, gold leaf and safety pin on paper, 47 x 30 cm
Back to the Fluture (Window Seat), graphite and crayon on paper, 59 x 42 cm
Bloody Hell Alan, Stop Fishing For Compliments (Acute Truth), graphite and crayon on paper, 59 x 42 cm
Fire is One Thing You’ll Never Rule Over, Queenie (Memory of…(US)), graphite and crayon on paper, 59 x 42 cm
Fair play Walter B (BULLETS), graphite and crayon on paper, 59 x 42 cm
Discommunion toilette, flush on a bidet of ass-laced excessive fringing, exposed back pain and self-effacing. Establishment figures at leisure interrogate scientific photographs of the human genome under a microscope. And if intimacy were the exhibit, wade on. Through blood caves we catch a momentary glimpse of what desire boils down to. Trust your gut is a chemistry lust can afford, as if exploding dandelions could ever make a man bored in this garden of Edens and AK-47s.