I Give Away Thousands Of Paintings For

I Used To Tell Everyone I Met To Be An Artist..... I Don't Do That Any More.

It's Impossible To Predict Which Paintings Will Last And Which Won't. In New Orleans I Painted On A Dilapidated Shop In A Street Littered With Abandoned Cars And Rotting Mattresses, Then Two Hours Later The Piece Was Gone. It Turned Out I'd Picked The Side Of A Crack House And The Proprietor Didn't Like The Attention.

T.v. Has Made Going To The Theatre Seem Pointless, Photography Has Pretty Much Killed Painting But Graffiti Has Remained Gloriously Unspoilt By Progress.

I Wanted To Highlight The Destruction In Gaza By Posting Photos On My Website - But On The Internet, People Only Look At Pictures Of Kittens.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Bear And A Bee Who Lived In A Wood And Were The Best Of Friends. All Summer Long The Bee Collected Nectar From Morning To Night While The Bear Lay On His Back Basking In The Long Grass. When Winter Came The Bear Realised He Had Nothing To Eat And Thought To Himself 'i Hope That Busy Little Bee Will Share Some Of His Honey With Me.' But The Bee Was Nowhere To Be Found - He Had Died Of A Stress Induced Coronary Disease.