The artist's
work is best found in the crumpled pages of a sketchpad or torn edged
paper lying in a dusty pile. Here the imagination reigns, passing between
ideas without the stifling confines of a brief or intimidation of finished
artwork. And when he's at his most relaxed, awake through the night
focussed on the page, then his work not only appears beautiful to an
eye of a similar dialect, but reveals the hidden psychology of the artist
behind it.
I wonder
then what my art truly says, for it is the doodles, those scraps of
paper I'd never get paid for, that I get most pleasure.
My inspiration
is found within the curling, wicked designs of Hans Rudi Giger of Alien
fame; the blissfully gory, dynamic paintings of comic artist Simon Bisley;
the unbelievably fantastic style of Bob Harvey who I have and always
will copy; and the acquired taste of Rodney Matthews, acquired because
he came at a time I was only just moving away from admiring the photorealism
of artists like Chris Achilleos, into style and distorted shapes and
lines, to the creation of imagery you'd never find in nature, only the
inspiration for. Lastly it was Brian Froud who most recently amazed
me with his fairie illustrations in a book of imagery and imagination
I aspire to.
