Acrylics, House Paint, Spray Paint, Watercolours and Inks on canvas.
60 x 36 inches.
2012
Chris Sutcliff
Artist Man I am
Paint
10th
Aug
2010
Someone Else’s Son.
Acrylic
16 x 11 inches
2010
Inspired by a range of German Expressionist images and completed as quickly as possible in an ongoing attempt to make my paintings more immediate, expressive, gestural and fluid. There is a tedium that comes with the rendering of static detail that has started to set my teeth on edge and has lead to regular bouts of boredom when painting over long periods of time. This sketch took just under 2 hours and was a joy to do.
My Grandma once asked me why I never painted “Happy” paintings.
So I knee-capped her.
9th
Jun
2010
The Identity Parade.
The war against homogeneity is, by definition, a solitary one. You cannot join my crusade without ruining it. So get your own…
28th
May
2010
When You Go.
Acrylic, Graphite, Biro, House Paint, Gouache, Coloured Pencils, Oil Pastels
16 x 11 inches
2010
12th
May
2010
Bread And Circuses.
Acrylic, House Paint on canvas
40 x 30 inches
2010
This was a commission from my friend the acid tongued social commentator and professional busker Ian Adamson for his EP “Bread and Circuses”. It was also a chance to pay homage to Willem DeKooning heavily referencing his superb painting “Excavation” from 1950. Mr Adamson’s cruel and incendiary dismantlings of all things at the bleeding edge of NOW can be found within his blog at sugarthepill.wordpress.com. Go there and feast.
19th
Nov
2009
Our Street Corner.
Acrylic
8 x 5.5 inches
2009
We steal each other’s wheelie-bins. For some reason our street has one less wheelie-bin than it does houses. So every second Thursday, after we’ve left our wheelie-bins on the backstreet all day and the bin men have emptied them, we play the wheelie-bin version of ‘Musical Chairs’. First ones to get home from work and claim their wheelie bin will have it for the next fortnight, the last one home will have nothing, nothing but an empty back street, nothing but an opportunity to get creative with waste management for 2 weeks until they get a chance to steal someone else’s. Our neighbours paint their house numbers on their wheelie-bins as proof of ownership. To deter theft. So what happens when a wheelie-bin is stolen for 14 days? Simple. The thief simply takes a pot of different coloured paint and slaps their house number on instead. I have never seen even one of these paint jobs cover the old number up. Some wheelie bins have several house numbers on them, so that you can easily trace which neighbours have stolen them and in which order. The most amusing thing about all this is that a quick call to the Council would probably result in a new free wheelie-bin, maybe even ten of them. So, as the problem could be remedied very easily, I can only assume that we are all OK with stealing each others wheelie-bins and tattooing temporary proof of fake ownership on them. Maybe we all LIKE this game. Perhaps that is what it means to be a neighbour. To be as tolerant a thief as you can be to those thieves that tolerate you.
