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Free art… empty, painted can drop in Brest.

Stencilled signature.

The first stencils I started with in the early 80s – always being re-cut for use again.

Not all 80s graffiti was about hip-hop…

Free art – painted can drop outside Tate Liverpool. That’s the nearest I’ll ever get to having work in there.

Starting a wall piece in Lodz, Poland with compressed conte pastel.

One of the ‘Descent of man’ paste-ups for Brest, France. Done to bring more awareness to issues of climate change and the impending COP21 conference later that year.

More monkeying around in Brest for the COP21 climate conference.

“Le Paradis est ici” – we’ve only got one potential venue for paradise so we’d better start looking after it. Paste-up drawing in Brest again.

Another of the ‘Descent of man’ paste-ups for Brest, France.

If we don’t change the way we live and our entire economic system then this could be our future… Deep-sea window-shopping in Brest, France.

One planet, one chance – Brest again.

Part of my contribution to the Tour 13 urban art project in Paris.

Nearly a hundred artists from all over the world dropped on a tower block in Paris that was planned for demolition and filled it with their art.

A week’s work that was all lost when the building was demolished a month or so after the public left the building.

Tomorrow the crow will take the bones of my concrete cage.

The entrance to the apartment I was given.

Pasting up in Watford.

La Carène music venue in Brest allowed me to paste up more work to address the issues of climate change.

Art against war at the Place de la République in Paris following the terror attacks of 2015.

Spraying up a storm at Bristol’s UPFEST urban art festival.

Paste-up drawing in Rue Volta, Paris. It’s only paper – it’ll disappear in time.

A hidden “Mon Coeur Beau” spray up in Brest.

The paste-up drawing before it’s ready to go.

How messy can you get?

The paste-up for Place de la République, Paris. Ignore the dark crow of the terror – doves will fly here again.

Rue Volta, Paris. Fresh, wet wallpaper paste.

“In the Skinner Box Machine” – outside piece for Brooklynite Gallery walls in New York.

Brooklyn, New York – 2010

Finished wall piece in Lodz, Poland. It was painted over about six months after. Never mind – a new blank street canvas.

A portrait of Nathalie Lemel in a collaborative mural with good friend and fellow artist Shoof.

Nathalie Lemel was an anarchist, born in Brest in 1827. A militant social activist and trade-unionist. These are the people that need to be remembered.

Lyrics from the Poison Girls’ “Persons Unknown” – a favourite record from my misspent youth: “Closet idealists, bald-headed realists. Rastas and bikers, the voice on the phone. Pimps and economists, royalty and communists, Rioters and pacifists, Persons unknown…” at UPFEST, Bristol.

First of a pair of stencilled paste-ups for New York. In recognition of the lives lost there in 2001 – and consequently in Fallujah in 2004.

Second of the pair of stencilled paste-ups for New York. With words from William Blake split between the pair. “Can I see another’s woe,. And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief,. And not seek for kind relief?”

Somewhere in Manhattan 2011

Manhattan, US, 2011

Armand Robin. Anarchist, pacifist poet of Brittany. What’s not to like?

Bristol musician Adrian Thaws – or Tricky… on a wall for UPFEST urban art festival.

What turns on a plutocrat? Finance pages of course… Paste-up piece.

More dirty numbers for the money lovers.

Pornography for plutocrats. Paste-ups for anyone that wanted them. Originally downloadable from the interweb… with advice to “not stick them on bank buildings” of course – Because I’m a responsible member of society.

Don’t blame me for making the place look untidy – my mess is a lot more easily fixed than the mess created by the banks.

Mon Coeur Beau saying “Hello”…

The first of the Mon Coeur Beau crows – painted on a wall in Vitry, France.

Four metres wide, free public art, in Les Capucins, Brest.

And four metres high – I ran out of ladder. Les Capucins were originally a convent and hospital, then the navy took it for barracks, then it was used for ship-building. They let us in to temporarily decorate just prior to the next change of use – commerce…

Another wall in Brest and another crow. Half drawn and half sprayed.

Brick Lane area London.

Black and white photography doesn’t generally detract from my finished work. London…

Conte and chalk drawing on brown paper – ready for pasting up…

Perhaps I can’t fix the problem – but I can say that there’s a problem that needs fixing…

A small demonstration of solidarity with those that are so often just political footballs.

I don’t care if it’s obvious. I don’t care if it’s not fashionable in art. It needs saying.

Anybody that complains to me about my street art making a mess needs to consider the state vandalism that is endlessly carried out. The ‘Welsh’ streets in Liverpool – hundreds of houses earmarked for demolition since 2004. Meanwhile the homeless sleep rough.

A late addition to the pornography for plutocrats series. Apparently in 2016 we’re now over the financial crisis, credit crunch, economic slow down or whatever euphemism you choose to call a recession driven by the greed of the few. It’s not over yet.