Lately, I've been painting like someone possessed, by light, colour and the noble pursuit of watching oil paint dry, which is forever. These pieces are fresh from the studio and still smell vaguely of safflower oil and defiance. Each one is a small rebellion against beige walls and polite conversation.

Originals are one of a kind. Prints are limited to ten, because art - like chesse and awkward eye contact - is better in small, intense doses.