When in doubt. Paint a nude.

WTF? The last picture from my exhibition

Its not the Tate, but its a start:)

It was cool, but now the second floor has closed down for reconstruction . Most of the pictures apart from the ones I sold are at home back on the wall. Sophie will be pleased that I did not sell the dolphin . It gave me a chance to show off my work , which is better than it being stuck in the cellar.
Yesterday I sold the car crash painting.

An Invitation

Hi everybody.

 I am having an exhibition on Thursday the 15th of July of paintings  that I have produced over the last year in my basement. (formerly a coal cellar).  Hope to see you there. Invitation is above. You do not need to print it out as there will be no gorillas to meet you. Just turn up around seven if you want a glass of wine and some sushi. If you do not like sushi then bring your own sandwiches. Otherwise there is a bar with a fine selection of alcoholic drinks. It should be a good party if nothing else. DJ included and I promise not to sing:)

Galerie Pokorna and an Exhibition

It seems that  I am not doing anything but in fact it is just the opposite. I now have a gallery who is willing  at not such an inflated price sell my art work. www.galeriepokorna.cz/ also I am feverishley preparing an exhibition which will start on the 12th of July.  at a place called second floor www.2patro.cz. I want to dosplay around fifteen pictures so I am working hard on the design of posters PR etc. I will update things here as soon as aI get the chance

Cherry Blossom

Under the cherry tree
a homeless man sits
drinking boxed wine
heaven

PISTOL

I am now an arms dealer:) For Sale

DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!

When your under attack you have to take evasive action
For sale

Proposed planned pictures

Instead of wasting time in the basement. I have been preparing some motive s in photoshop .Then if any potential client wants them I can produce it  in the size that they want

Ruženka

Not so long ago somebody asked me if I could paint a dog for them,because they wanted to surprise the owner on her birthday. The owner is into Asian cuisine :)

Special Forces 612

For Sale

Don Quixote

For Sale

Saatchi Showdown

I have entered an art competition at the Saatchi online gallery. You can, if you like, vote for me on the link below, for which I will be truly grateful. There are people from all over the world who enter their work. Its quite a cool idea.


ttp://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/showdown/index.php?showpic=257099

Dolphin

For sale

BOOM

Not for sale

Wired To Kill

So I decided to make some pictures to go with the tracks on The Prostitutes album Hometown Zombies

Nude

For sale

Future Heads

For sale

Three O'clock, tuesday afternoon, South Pacific

For sale

A change from OIl 2003 (ink on watercolour paper)

So  I was down in the basement and found these ink abstracts that I made 7 years ago . They are quite large around 60 x 4ocm and are now for sale. (unframed)

POLAR BEAR (ok I give up)

SOLD

5t3v0 (Stevo)

Stevo aka 5t3v0 is a Scot, (Can you tell?) living in Prague . Like me he has been here a long time and we had never met . He asked  for amongst other things a portrait to promote his DJ ing and Music production activities.

Sold

CHOICES

For sale

Two bottles

For sale

Tesco around three, monday afternoon.

So off we go again. Tesco can be quite illuminating.
SOLD

The ultimate sacrifice

     

      Summer grasses

All that remains

From soldiers’ dreams

Matsuo Basho

“So. This is it then,” she said: “You are off again.”

There was no sign of reproach or accusation in her voice. She looked into the distance. The colours were fading. Time to start wearing the woollen socks inside the clogs. They both knew that, in less than a couple of weeks, the roads will be covered in snow and access to the house will be blocked for months.

He checked the strap on his katana and tested the flex of his longbow for the third time. For some time, it seemed to him that he had been predestined for the rare fate of passing away in old age, unlike the rest of samurai. So many battles he fought unwounded. And now, yes, a bit unexpectedly, just on the brink of winter, yet another call from the master. A call of honour, so to speak. More intestines to be revealed. Another larynx to be seen from inside. A few more convulsions of agony on the battle field. Perhaps now, finally, his loyalty towards his master shall climax. Perhaps this shall be his final battle.  Perhaps he will finally be entitled to offer his ultimate sacrifice.

“Ah, yeah,” he nodded: “I suppose.”

Atsuko was a fine okusan. She had all the virtues expected of a bushi wife: obedience, self-control, humility. She was good with the household and she had even once protected it, along with her own honour, with a weapon in her hands. From time to time, he caught her stroking their sons, and he was not angry with her, even though she must have known this would spoil them. He even learnt to like her bony hips; after all, it was where she bore the two future bushis with his name.

“Atsuko,” his nenja who had selected her for him said: “She is a fine woman. One I would have chosen for myself.”

She was very fine, indeed. This kimono she made herself of quilted patchwork from old cloths so they could save up for the miraculous horse which took him from victory to victory! Of course, a mistress or two he did have, too. But that was more due to what was expected of him.

The wind was picking up from the West. They both knew she would manage. Now that was that.

“I will be off then,” he nodded once more.

For sale: two canvases that must be kept together