Recently I was having a conversation and was asked to talk about my work.. Below is an alcohol fuelled monologue of an artist who wishes others would view his work and be as facinated by it as he is:                                                                                                                          "Im sure you will like my art. I hope you do, most people do, well, they find it interesting even if it's not a style of art that they really appreciate. It's best to begin slowly. You will notice it from across the room and somehow you won't be able to get it out of your head. It's colours may be playing in the remembered parts of your brain. You will look again, like the art slut that you know you are, this is when you will take note of it's forms. and scale. It's arrogant scale, of course you will be drawn to it, how could you resist, no one could blame you, it's just too wonderful not to, your lips will start to quiver as you start to recognize forms words textures and it will seem a little too much. You you will look away, but only for a second as the longing to explore the work some more will have taken hold of your soul. As you look deeper into it you will start to make lines between the pictures, textures and words and create narratives, the artwork is making naughty talk just for you, and it is just for you as you are the only one standing in front of the artwork at that time.. Noticing that you have perhaps ventured too close to the work you will of course want to pull back , that's just what the artwork wants, it knows it has you under it's spell, you will come back. It's elegant and understated framing is just right. You cannot fight your natural urges to love the work and that's when you will make your decision to buy the artwork..Only then can you be alone with it, only then will it feel right"