The Magic Golden Knot

Picture frames, fluoro price stickers, fishing line, and a magic golden knot. A tribute to the cheap special effects I grew up on. The mysterious spinning energy in a cube, that powered a ship or connected to another dimension. (The golden knot spins in its container.) I remember my parents explaining that Buck Rogers and Dr. Who were frighteningly real in the 70s, that often they would have to hide behind the sofa, almost too scared to watch.

The 2nd or 3rd Temptation

This painting is on a one metre square box canvas, with indian ink, latex, graphite and gilding wax. Plus the ubiquitous transfer type. I am in the process of putting together a small exhibition for Lent about translation and faith: this is the last in a triptych and shows the 2nd or 3rd (depending on whether you credit Luke 4:5-8 or Matthew 4:8-11) temptation of Jesus. After his baptism, Jesus fasts for 40 days in the desert and is then tempted by the devil. Here's Luke in the King James 1611 translation:

5And the devil, taking him up into an high mountain, shewed unto him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time.

6And the devil said unto him, All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will I give it.

7If thou therefore wilt worship me, all shall be thine.

8And Jesus answered and said unto him, Get thee behind me, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.

This event parallels those of Deuteronomy 34:1-4 where after 40 days fasting the LORD leads Moses to the top of Pisgah and shows him all the lands Israel will inherit. This will be the first of my Lent triptych, the second being Genesis 11:1-9, the Tower of Babel passage.

The Labyrinth

I made this in 2006, whilst investigating the structure of the inner ear and the path which songs travel in
my head. It's made using acrylic, pastel, graphite and gold ink, on a piece of laid Dorset paper about 33 x 57cm. The ear is cribbed from Grey's Anatomy.

full stop.

This little strange piece I made for the MORTAL show but decided against exhibiting. It would have been eclipsed by 'the a game', sending out an even more confused message than that deliberately polyphonic, encyclopædic folly does on its own. The fragment of bone is from my mother's medical school skeleton. I don't know if it is still the case, but when my parents were at medical school in London each student had two skeletons; their own and another. All that remains of my mother's is a mess of bones in a white plastic bag, missing most parts but with some curious additions. How does one acquire a spare jaw?

If respect even comes into it, is using a part of some unknown body to make a work of trite art worse than leaving it in a bag? Somehow I couldn't bring myself to set scalpel to that fragment of spongy bone. Somehow I ended up shaping it with my teeth, picking at it with my nails as if it were part of my own body. How small a part of someone is taboo? Some cells are more sacred than others, even now. Eggs and seed. The chest was already broken, using it was a little step.

The Overstrung Piano

This ink drawing on Fabriano paper, completed over a fortnight in Easter 2006, is around one by one and a half metres. It's a crooked, inaccurate rendition of an overstrung upright piano with the front removed. The strings, by far the most excruciatingly time-consuming aspect, are chirstmas marker and gold gel pen. Well, two gold gel pens. The drawing has annotations embedded within it, describing the functioning of certain parts of the overstrung mechanism.