The ink drawings come out of a desire to find a means of confronting the horror of the contemporary, whilst avoiding the kitsch of that
horror. The images, like the text, come directly off the internet: news reel, mobile phone up loads, etc. They are images of smoke after
the explosion, which the ink then emulates on the page. Rather than trying to represent horror with horror, their scale is deliberately
reduced to postcard size, vulnerable, precious and disposable. Pocket size, the digital image of convenience is made analogue. The
text, which originates from a combination of my spam box, religious cults, and my Facebook feed, suggests both comic absurdity and
shock incongruity. Some will be trite, others might suggest profundity, but most will be awkward indeterminacy.