I no longer think of you, every single day.

Nan Goldin

"O Rose, thou art sick.

The invisible worm

That flies in the night

In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy,

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy."

- The Sick Rose, William Blake.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

Lucian Freud

"shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance

amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant

I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

my life not their death
my death not their death... "
- A Challenge to the Dark, Charles Bukowski

It's only after you've lost everything, are you free to do anything.

Mitch Griffiths

I sometimes think that in today's art world, alot of artists have forgotten the significance of realism. I really love an artist with complete control over his or her technique above all things. It makes the artist's message so much more breathtaking.
Mitch Griffith's work talks about consumerism and capitalism in today's world in a breathtaking and iconic way. His use of colour, particularly in the last picture reminds me of the work of the Baroque painters.
The use of religious symbolism amalgamated with the 'icons' of consumerism creates a breathtaking and poignant message. His work is filled with patriotic imagery...a young woman holding on to the grubby threads of the Union Jack, her last and only solace in a world driven mad by War.

I'm excited by Grffiths because I think that we're on the same page, artistically and ideologically, and it's been a while since that has happened.



To view more of his breathtaking work, click here.

Peter Doherty

Whistling past the graveyard.

Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details.

Andy Warhol, Self Portrait.

I am the trick my mother played on the world.

A Couple, Henry P.Raleigh

Alex Lukas

I finally made a functioning Twitter account!
www.twitter.com/sheisanewthing

Where the winds sigh.

J.M.W. Turner

The wine of life is drawn.

Judith With the Head of Holofernes, Peter Paul Rubens.

Left the world in tatters.

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

Gustav Doré

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November.

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V"."
- V, V for Vendetta

A spray of stars hit the screen.

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you’re the prettiest by far
No party she’d not attend
No invitation she wouldn’t send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
- Kiss Them For Me, Siouxsie & the Banshees

I'm having a massive love affair with Fragonard.
Care to join moi?

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

Edgar Degas.

Art, or, even life, if you think about it, isn't about necessarily understanding, it's about loving.