So my first piece for college.
As a summer project we were given 5 texts to read all from Art in Theory 1900 -2000 the first by Clement Greenberg on Modernism the other four on Post Modernism, Craig Owens, Rosalind Krauss and two by Jean-Francois Lyotard. All hardcore art theory! We were also asked to make a piece which was inspired by our reading its a huge subject and didn't lead me to any particular thing so I decided to do an overall view of some of what I'd read, hence the broad nature of this piece.
Its occurred to me that I've always thought outside of the box but this time Iv'e been thinking inside the box since I constructed a box or cube to house my condensed history.

This page is a project I'm doing outside/inside college I have a large number of T.shirts and thought I'd wear a different one for every day I'm at college this academic year. Photograph them and maybe someone will write about them as I think they are quite interesting some are 30 years old and many are not your average tee. Obviously this is an ongoing project and at the time of writing I only have the first week up
My college t.shit blog

Guns are lethal in the wrong hands, high school massacres, international and civil wars.
These look like copies of real guns but come from moulds made from toys!

Glass and mixed media.

Some colour photography from over the last year or so

Crash is a reflection on the freedom, beauty, grace and dexterity
of skating, it also focuses on the danger and pitfalls of the sport.

Skating like life it has its uplifting, triumphant moments but
it is a place where fragility and mortality are always present.

One small movement either way can bring success or disaster.

Throughout history people have always moved, looking for a better life. This is how much of the world was populated

In the Bavarian village of Frauenau which is in the heart of the old glass making area of Germany, there is a myth that God showed the glass workers how to shape the hot glass on the end of their blowing pipes (1000°C) with their bare hands.

A commentary on the Iraq war and the devastation imposed on children and families by indiscriminate bombing and missile strikes.

Once upon a time there was a little boy who used to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night. Many times he watched the late night horror movie on TV.

I grew up in a large house in Northern Ireland, surrounded by an idyllic countryside but traversed by bigotry and war. As a result I've had an ongoing need to make sense of the relationship between creativity and destruction.
Ever since I can remember I wanted to be an artist. My first major influence was punk and the DIY ethic that went along with it. Firstly it was the music, but also the zines, clothes, flyers, posters and the whole range of creativity. After attending a Mutoid Waste party in 1989, I realised that what I wanted to make was considered art by many. It gave me the confidence to start creating my found object collages which led to my first show in 1990 (Doodle and Gomi Soup, London).

3rd collection of black and white photographs. These are mostly taken in Shropshire and Powys but a few are from London parks, the seascapes are from Aldeburg in Suffolk.

In the summer 2006 I cast my first bronze (and glass) during one of my many stints at the Bild-Werk International Summer Academy,in Germany. It was on a course called 'Street Alchemy' taught by Stephen Paul Day.

Memories are not tangible things they change over time and can become distorted. Recollections can often be different from others' memories of the same incident, of course the experiences are being seen from differing perspectives so there will always be diverse memories but sometimes they can be fundamentally different.
The memories I thought about touching upon are not just mine,

2nd collection of black and white photographs. These are mostly taken in Shropshire and Powys but a few are from London parks, the seascapes are from Aldeburg in Suffolk and one from Co. Armagh