It is sometimes said that the final form of a sculpture might already be suggested by the shape of the starting piece. This might be true for irregular lumps of stone or wood, but when beginning with a square-sawn block, as I have done here, the final form is only limited by the sculptor’s imagination.

After a cut back of warehouse workers the decrease in parcel volume since Christmas hasn’t meant that work is less demanding.

……..this same “Keep going” mind set Is one you have to keep when taking boxes.

In a time long before the advent of the mobile phone and the ability to document the world in real time, there was artists. During the lockdown of 2020, as the outside world was divested of the majority of its population, artists became once again, just as in times of war, the people who remained to document a dangerous world that threatened our humanity.

This week I made an important discovery. I have been looking at this painting for about 8 years, I think I made it in 2012. It never felt right, there was always something missing or lacking in the composition.

From the line stacking parcels, you can see Lorries arrive, people taking them to be sent along the lines. This perspective is from where Me and others work as “scanners”. It assumes viewers as fellow workers

On a freezing cold Sunday afternoon I met up with Abdullah Adekola for a socially distanced walk through Middleton Woods where we discussed his ‘Say It With Your Chest’ project: A black-led poetry collective.

It just so happened that back in June of the foul and pestilential year of our Lord that was Two Thousand and Twenty, having already put a programme in place, I had been having discussions with Kimbal Bumstead, the first artist with whom I worked as BasementArtsProject. The 2020 programme has had to be put back into 2021 but now has the addition of a celebratory 10 year project.