A selection of Edward's artwork (paintings, drawings and sculpture). Move your mouse over the image below to control the slideshow.
Among the events to launch Slim Chances was an exhibition of Edward's artwork at Burgh House in Hampstead:
A selection of Edward's iPhone and iPad paintings:
Watch Edward's first iPad self-portrait 'in the making':
And another iPad 'movie':
ART AND VERSE
State of the Art
They say quite a new chef d’oeuvre
Has Burgered the Musée du Louvre
Can Mac’s à la Carte
And the Spirit of Art
Have détente? Dommage! Quel manoeuvre!
The Richer for Kapoor?
(With thanks to the RA's explanatory brochure)
Tautologically speaking, deliberately mincing my words,
A scatologist’s’ ‘stuffness’ obsession displays an abundance of turds
‘The resulting objects challenge traditional notions of form’
So states the loquacious gloss brochure,
Devoured by the patrons who swarm
Round the rooms of the Royal Academy
A sell out in more ways than one
To see this cement in abundance
This ‘hyper-material’ dung
A computer-controlled 3D printer
‘Excreted’ these ‘preordained’ forms
Well, if nature abhors a vacuum
Art must, perforce, abhor norms.
Impossible, now, the satirical
In the face of empirical facts
The critics have mostly waxed lyrical
Canonized the tons of red wax.
I crept round the piled ammunition
Curious to take a quick look
At the boy who had just ‘pulled the trigger’
He was sitting there, reading a book ...
The wayward paint and wilful sable brush
find me, unable, undeft, laborious,
not the ideal painter of a fable –
‘A naked woman sitting about a garden
with a unicorn eating the roses.’
Inching, dragging, dabbing, staring,
caring and correcting, and revising
these poses of derivative devising –
how many yestermorns must there have been
since someone painted the first of unicorns?
As I go, so slow, Sophie and her companion
sit and seem to know
how they should look and be; they see,
their perfect likeness; waiting
’till they feel they are acquainted
with what it is I’ve painted.
Patient, the delicate beast, waits for his floral feast
rises above his Daler Rowney Acrylic
already musing on something – more idyllic
than the daubs and drips of green
surrounding him, knowing what he has seen.
And Sophie, unabashed, waits to be dressed
in perfect nakedness.
Her destiny and destination,
closer by each brushstroke’s intimation,
strives to catch her breath, its inspiration.
My beachcomber's lucky technique
Discovered this fragment: unique!
It was found at low tide
Near the Tate at Bankside
'Found Art' - or is that too oblique?
Oh 'Only begotten' pipsqueak
(I'm serious, not tongue in cheek)
Semi-precious of gems!
Cast ashore by the Thames
How I value your modest mystique.