Chris Sutcliff

Artist Man I am

Archive for August, 2009

4th Aug 2009

Any Minute Now…

any minute now...

Acrylic

8 x 5.5 inches

2007

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4th Aug 2009

The Marketeer’s Dream.

Ad wars

Acrylic

8 x 5.5 inches

2007

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3rd Aug 2009

Pay No Rent.

Pay no rent

Acrylic, Ink, Collaged Typography, Concentrated Annoyance

8 x 5.5 inches

2007

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3rd Aug 2009

Stupid Head.

Stupid head

Acrylic, Inks

8 x 5.5 inches

2007

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3rd Aug 2009

Virtual Reality.

Pull your car over immediately and check your neighbouring vehicles. I have just driven down a main road behind a woman in a dark blue Fiat Punto who had her Sat-Nav mounted exactly in the middle of her side of the windscreen. Right in front of her eyes. Actual road not included. Well funny and terrifying all at the same time. I guess when the X-BOX just doesn’t do it for you anymore there is an alternative hyper realistic driving game called “I am probably going to kill someone any minute now vol. 3 – Burnley Break-em-up”. Check out the graphics on that! You can actually see the bone protruding from the twisted metal! Awesome! How real do those Cops look!

Anyway, I thought women were the multi taskers? All my ex girlfriends could look in two places at once.

Daft bat.

For the rest of your life now you’ll let dark blue Fiat Punto’s overtake you and you’ll just ride real slow behind them.

Safe.

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2nd Aug 2009

Moon.

Moon

Acrylic

8 x 5.5 inches

2006

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2nd Aug 2009

One-upmanship.

oneupmanship

Acrylic, Ink

8 x 5.5 inches

2006

Stephanie Silk. The rarest of gifts.

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1st Aug 2009

Dahiya.

Dahiya.

Acrylic, Ink, Collaged Photographic Excerpts

8 x 5.5 inches

2006

The front cover of Time magazine showed the same shot but with one man clambering over the rubble. In the actual story it turns out the man was trying to find his house. Not stuff FROM his house but his entire HOUSE. I couldn’t get my head around it. Such was the desire to do true justice to the power of the original image that I collaged some of the photography into my painting to try to get the impact for the potential viewer to be the same as it had been for me when I first saw it.

All that we build we tear down.

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