Like many people now I’m very aware of human pollution of the planet. Even as an artist you produce much debris with tubes and rags and plastic wrapping. Acrylics are polymers and oils with turps are toxic. You are basically embedding chemicals in a surface. With a painting such as this I was enjoying the glitter trash found in craft and dress shops. To pollute your fine art ideals and standards was both the point of the work and also the irony. The dog was inspired by our black dog. This is how he looks clipped but with time he turns into a chaotic fur ball. Being a mix of toy poodle and jack russell is a contributing factor!
In our white gallery spaces there is a manufactured sterility at odds with nature and dirt and organisms. This often extends to our houses and cars and technology. Maybe ‘sterility’ is the wrong word but it’s about clean lines and rigidity. Producing paintings is a balancing act between order and chaos and you can say the white walls set the work off.
Climate change seems to bring into question all the frantic ordering, developed space and mass conformity born out of ceaseless human expansion.
One function of art for me is to strongly remind the viewer that this art that I do is expressively handmade, organic and individual.