Because stopping excess can become excessive, I am here to write, online. I am back at one of my ‘sites’ of work, one of my many ‘work sites’ both digital and three-dimensional (and isn’t digital becoming three-dimensional?) What has my time offline taught me thus far? Well, that a sense of connection is imbued for many of us isolates (eccentrics, radicals, etc.) within the digital sphere, where ‘we’ can ‘meet’ despite great physical differences. In fact, I’ve a best friend from WordPress. And so I am asking myself, and us, what do we want to use the internet for? What is it that drives us to these nebulous circuit boards? A deep need for connection in a post-modern alienated world? What a banal analysis! Risible and banal, this is repeated like a mantra by technophobes; ah, it sounds like I am changing my tune? Yes, slightly, I am not a Luddite or Romantic anymore, and my pragmatic side has asserted itself. The reasons people use the internet and other digital media are complex; there is no one analysis that covers the vastness of human experience. The existential phenomenological crises that is your life precedes the internet and in fact all of modernity. One need only to read the works of Augustine, Plato and the Buddha to know that digital malaise is just one complex flavour of neurosis.
I am beginning to see the internet in a different way. Again, I am seeing it as I saw it years ago: as a tool. Something that I use, something that have available but that doesn’t use or have me available to it (I say it because friends can make one available through it). So yes, Andy Warhol was right: we all have our 15 Minutes of Fame and perhaps no one is watching, listening or even cares; however what does it matter? As writers, scholars, artists and others of past who wrote and worked in isolated studios or huts, they weren’t being watched. It was about the work in-itself. The need to be viewed is almost universal to the human species, we want to be noticed. But the hyper-induction of exhibition malaise through the internet has intensified this affectivity.
The medicine is what you make (it.)
So, my most recent painting piece, “Hypocrisy: Parents Who Have Children They Don’t Want; Israelis Who Cage And Brutalize Gazans; Gazans Who Go to Great Lengths to Eat Caged and Brutalised Chickens.”
It is looking for a home; please consider purchasing it here.

“Hypocrisy: Parents Who Have Children They Don’t Want; Israelis Who Cage And Brutalize Gazans; Gazans Who Go to Great Lengths to Eat Caged and Brutalised Chickens.” (2013)
Close ups

“Hypocrisy: Parents Who Have Children They Don’t Want; Israelis Who Cage And Brutalize Gazans; Gazans Who Go to Great Lengths to Eat Caged and Brutalised Chickens.” (2013) Close up Right Side

“Hypocrisy: Parents Who Have Children They Don’t Want; Israelis Who Cage And Brutalize Gazans; Gazans Who Go to Great Lengths to Eat Caged and Brutalised Chickens.” (2013) Close Upper Left Hand Side (Acrylic on Canvas 30″ by 30″)








