Mine (2019)

I was frustrated when I made this piece. Angry about a certain persons passive aggressive behaviour towards me. The target of my anger will never ever know how much they pissed me off. I wanted to let rip, speak my truth, but I held it all in and focused on all the drama and the consequences that would ensue if I did react. So I let it go and I took the higher road of silence. One that in my opinion is a pissy pot holed road which when taken often leaves you feeling bitter, grumpy and wanting to smash things.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that in this instance their manipulative, jealous, behaviour stuck in my craw. So I sat down, got my glue and scissors out, picked up a book on communist buildings and created this piece.

All I can say is, that it brings a smile to my face when I imagine the Brutalist architectural concrete that cuts through the centre of the work, shoved up their condescending arse.

The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better.
― Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship