ACRYLICS ON 40 X 30CM CANVAS BOARD (UNFRAMED)
I recently had to fight for my life. I was trolleyed into the Intensive Care Unit at the Royal Marsden with a perfect storm of lung issues: infection, cancer spread, fluid and blood clots and a rapidly rising, out of control level of CO2. It was the first time in my life I had been in such serious trouble, and it was suggested I should say goodbye to my family just in case. Whatever a bejesus is, it gathered its shit together and high-tailed it right out of there.
Of course, the ICU team did most of the work; over 99% of it. My job was to focus my breathing and try to get as much of the oxygen being pumped into me to replace the rapidly rising level of CO2. It was most definitely a fight for survival. But I wasn’t going to give up. I thought about my family and my friends. And I thought about all the things I still have yet to do.
I have to see an active volcano, ride my motorbike through a mountain pass. I hope to open a gallery in the New Year, and maybe take the exhibition out on the road. I’m not ready for Death yet. In fact, he can seriously fuck right off.
I think this piece fits with the black and white, life and death, rock and a hard place stories we are often faced with in our lives.