Hand printed original lithograph.
I am interested in the details of life. I look at my surroundings and record what I see. Most of my recent prints have been based on small doodles in sketchbooks, they are beginning to resemble lists; this has not been a conscious decision. I look on my bookshelves and realise that I keep buying books with titles like "The 500 greatest Films ever made" and "500 Beers to drink before you Die" and I tend to have a pile of them next to me to browse through when I break from drawing, endlessly thumbing through the Mojo lists of the 50 greatest guitar solos. I am also becoming increasingly preoccupied with my past and trying to remember all the small details of what has already gone and wondering how much more there may be. Am I in decline? Can I remember an aerial view of a pub I sat in 30 years ago?
2 colour lithograph on Somerset satin white paper