An artist is always self centered, but if that self is unhappy, one finds themselves slaves to the task of tackling the wider issues around them, which affect the horizons of their self interest; problems which lie in one's society and environment. Consumer Capitalism renders everything pointless and worthless and everybody useless and worthless, whilst pampering our primitive requirements enough to pacify us, but sending us into environmental hell. My artistic output is my only resistance I can put up against the feelings of hopelessness as I peer into the 21st century.

Without my one method of resistance I would slip into a swamp of apathy and despair. My doodles, my only method of retaliation, turn into murals as I try to match the size of the oppressor. I am a doodler, a ranter, who is skeptical of the effects that ones small scale efforts have upon the blob of consumer Capitalism.

Conversations with piers and colleagues about our domestic futures i.e.: houses, jobs, girlfriends, children are always tainted with awareness of how unstable the structures of civilization are. I have no career plans, I do not see my artwork as a career, it is my method of resistance and it is our troubled times that keep me productive. It is make or break time for my generation, we cannot rely on obtaining the domestic comforts our parents may have enjoyed. We have to perceive another type of World, one which isn't about getting the ideal home, ideal job or career; else we might as well build all our roads towards the cliffs edge.