Fair thee well...

Tidings of the still to all...

Lies in my eyes...

Sold out...

While were on the topic of selling art, here's a pretty good documentary

by art critic Robert Hughes that Neil sent thru the other day...

the rest can be seen on that you tube,

Cheers Neil.

Sold...

Despite the arctic conditions there was a good turn out for the

Never Judge show at Stolen Space last night, feel free to soak your

vision balls in these expertly taken photos...

Title-Progress & Reform (Original book cover, burnt and reformed)

Never Judge...

I've got a piece in a show called Never Judge that opens

tonight at Stolen Space gallery just off Dray walk, It'll

be cold but there will be free beer... there's a snap on the

Guardian website too...

shit really?

swear tho!

Dead Friday

I do not have the solution.

Relax, I'm not really selling anything, not anything conclusive

anyway. you can still e-mail me to ask about the confusion or

laugh at the gall of my untended grammatical errors.

Ohhh, Questions, questions.

There are no answers,

except for these ones...

He could not throw the rock through the window...

Rub it out...

Making statements and then trying to erase them...

A Sign...

Blue Windows...

Question: Mr. Slade could you please stop looking out the window?

answer: No.

Choose your style...

Nail-bomb for me.

Hello Monday.

Stolen

Dont Panic, Stolen Space.

Use your eyes in a safe, responsible manner over here

A little more on progress...

Sketchy Book...

Wohaa!... If you're about this coming thursday check out the 'Decade

of don't panic posters' show at Stolen Space Galleries just off Dray

Walk, think I have an poster I did for them years back in the show...

above are some sketches I'm gathering for a book project...

which has nothing to do with the previous paragraph

Wild Glory...

George...

Too Late...

Brother Blue

In the English language, blue often represents the human emotion of

sadness, e.g. "He was feeling blue". In German, on the other hand, to

be "blue" (blau sein) is to be drunk. This derives from the ancient use

of urine (which is produced copiously by the human body after

drinking alcohol) in dyeing cloth blue with woad or indigo. It may

also be in relation to rain, which is usually regarded as a trigger

of depressive emotions.

Blue Dye No.5.

Suite For Ma Dukes...

The Irish premiere for a new film celebrating the music of J.Dilla

happens this weekend, Directed by limericks own B+...

Q&A's, DJ sets, and the usual Mickey Martins after party antics.

wish I could go.

particulars.

I'm turning my back on you...

Large Sticker Summary...

The Curtain...

26" x 50" - Charcoal on paper.

Count to 100...

26" x 50" - Charcoal on paper.

Stepping Out...

Tony Coulters pretty much on steady rotation round my way

since discovering this musical treasure trove deep in the we-are

caves a few days back...

Can't believe I've missed this for so long.

listen ear

One and the same.

"Could you summarize that Mr. Slade"...

She made him roast meat for worms...

Louise Bourgeois...

What a woman, what an artist. 1911 - 2010.

"I do not subscribe to explaining what my intentions are"

joy > Lawrence Weiner > 20X20 > meager monies > appreciation.

Bar-reward...

A cosmic venture from the ever earful 'Barry the Actor'.

Come in and sit down...

More of the sleeping public...

...

Gill Scott Heron...

Went to the Southbank Centre on saturday passed to

witness a total legend in action, stuck in the nosebleeds

not fussed really...

bon.

She's back...

Stuff...

'Shit' badge, Exhibitor badge, Man strapped to chair, The obscure

Voice, Go Smoking sticker. Hot sauce R&D, Ass Kickin' Cajun Hot

Sauce, Cholula, Tasmanian Head Hunter Sauce, Kona Coast Ginger

Chilli, Satan's Shit (Taste Satan's last supper)...

Stuff.

R.I.P

One of the best yet...

...

Oto...

Thought i'd upload some better quality photographs from

the Arkestra gig the other night,

that's 40 oz's of Devon's finest organic cider.

Colette:

Colette in Paris are now stocking the postcard book I filled with some

small, simple pieces a while back... This has nothing to do with my

balaclava, which has now been put in a plastic bag with all it's

other woolen chums to sleep for the summer...

Until next year balaclava.

friday out.