Songs
   For Men in
the 21st Century

A devil's dozen of paintings of cockerels (often jokingly referred to as my dripping cock paintings). All 13 are looking back into their past, unable to move, their legs degraded into drips of the paint they are constructed from. Proud, pompous and obsolete.

Many moons ago I was a Digital Creative Director for a large American-owned Advertising Agency in one of their UK offices. I had spent the day working through ideas for a TV campaign for a large client with a cohort of other Creative Directors in the agency (all men, all white, all about my age). I was finding myself repulsed by the parading and posturing of my colleges, where being sean was more important than the integrity of what you where being seen for. I decided two things, the first was to start painting again if only to create caricatures of what I saw and the second was to leave advertising.