Phew, I'm tired...


I live in London and do painting and photography (mainly photography right now) and things like that.

I blog occasionally but add to my photo journal nearly every day.


I'm interested in skepticism, rationalism, humanism, sociology, architecture, media, science, technology, industry and history. About recollections of past events, about the inconsistency of memory and the unreliability of perception. The way we live now, the vastness of the world and our place within it, about how we treat other people and animals, and have the power to manipulate the environment regardless of the consequences.

I'm also interested in new technology and scientific theory and the visual representations of such. Also, anything that is interesting, dramatic, mysterious, annoying, beautiful, ugly or surprising.

After graduating from Hornsey School of Art (Middlesex University) in 1985, I was a Postgraduate Teaching Fellow and Artist-in-Residence at Christ's Hospital School in Horsham, West Sussex.

I exhibited widely throughout the late 1980's and 90's in major London galleries such as the Serpentine Gallery and the Royal Academythe Contemporary Art Society as well as in many private gallery group shows.

A serious spinal injury in the mid 1990's left me disabled, in chronic pain and unable to paint for many years. I underwent surgery in 1999 and, in time, regained a lot of my mobility and very gradually got back to painting.

In 2006, I became much more interested in photography as a way of picture-making. I've recently hit the milestone of my first 10,000 photographs. I still feel like I've only just begun. I have a day job.


The Sixth Land

The Sixth Land is a bit like here, but also different and strange. You have to go on a journey to get there. On this journey, you realise that everything is different. That everything has already happened, and everything has changed. This journey changes you. On this journey, you feel a new kind of pain in your soul for the first time.

It is vivid, yet hard to recall. It is far away, but close by. It is inside a mountain and across the sea and in the desert and through a forest.

The name, the Sixth Land, came from a dream that was compelling enough for me to remember it clearly for a long time afterwards, and even for variations to occur a few times.

The Sixth Land entered my notebooks as a shorthand for when something unusual or notable caught my eye. It encapsulated the overlooked strangeness hidden in the mundane and commonplace, the old and the new, that surrounds me as a city-dweller, as well as the very far away; the different and exotic.