New Projects

Selling art and belonging to a gallery is all very well, but when all the dust and bank notes settle, and the parties are over, what remains of the artist and his legacy? In a dramatic turn from my usual meager self image, and in an attempt to market myself better, I am convinced that I need togo donw in history, and not just exist in this lifetime. After all, after all this investment by my wife, my family, and my own pathetic efforts, what is to remain>? Its certainly not very Zen, not very humble, but as I said its time I marketed myself better after all my family and supporters have done.

So I have decided to artifically manufacture an art movement- to precipitate a group of creatives and to document their activities- to engineer a media frenzy and falsify a hysteria around a collective and body of work, that may or may not exist. After much deliberation, and some decision making that is still ongoing, I have settled on the catchy moniker of 'The Sidcup Discount Arts Club'. It sums up everything I believe in... the end of over-commercialisation in contemporary creativity, a harkening back to my geographical roots, a loose and fun movement that does not take itself, or anyone else, too seriously- after all... nothing is more appealing to me than and representative of me than iconoclastic laughter (and maybe therelies the zen!

So behold,

A slew of logo making, and delicious pointless branding. Much like Hersoid previously, this will absorb much of my time and in all likelihood amount to nothing. But its terrifi fun, and a good laugh. Which is all there is in this world anywya really is there not.

'There is holy laughter...' 'Then there is merely silence, and a finger pointing the way' Zen Flesh, Zen Bones.