pandemic to class war, 2021

mixed media on canvas

80 x 80 x 2 cm

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mitchell smith

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the dying yucca, 2019 - 2020

mixed media on canvas

100 x 80 x 3.8 cm

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talk about blood (didn't mean to)

milk, carton & roses on plinth

variable sizes, who knows

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i'm starting to like this headache, 2021

mixed media on canvas

80 x 80 x 2 cm

cabin fever, 2019 - 2020

mixed media on canvas

160 x 140 x 4.3 cm

I thought about trying to be a youtuber where I like review artworks that are in games such as GTA and animal crossing and that, but I couldn't be arsed and it would probably be quite embarrassing

consequences of trying, 2019

mixed media on hardboard

56 x 40 x 1 cm

damage control, 2019

mixed media on canvas
66 x 81 x 1.9 cm

electric II (feed the birds)

mixed media on canvas

81 x 66 x 2 cm

electric I (devils drop)

mixed media on canvas

80 x 60 x 2 cm

Avalanche

Leonard Cohen

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I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre of the world.

When I am on this pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare. stare, stare

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
They're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
It's just the shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no need
I have begun to wait for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
You don't love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
This is your world beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.
This is your world, beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.

your pain is no credential here, 2020

mixed media on canvas

50 x 95 x 2 cm

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