“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
September 2026

“Creativity has destroyed me, masculinity fails to sooth me, Can’t get you out of my mind, you inspire me. It comes in the form of a tree, we share the same consciousness, so share some of my loneliness. Throw your money in the fountain, never been to the top of this mountain. Overwhelmingly mine, it shows I’ve got some spine. You bring me some wine, not worthy of putting it all on the line. I’ve come this far without a drink, my shrink watches me sink, in dark waters, the bottom unseen.” - Dave

“Left the hospital with eleven meds, to stop the paranoia and voices, damn they insist on what to swallow, what colourful pills, leave me with enticing medical bills. Learning some new skills, together we will walk the hills. All looks different from this height, never too late to ponder the night. Debilitating pain, it’s all formed in my brain. I sometimes think I’m slightly insane. Too old to play this game. Since this, nothing has been the same. What a shame!” - Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
September 2026

“This is not fiction, just an ongoing pursuit to claim what is rightfully yours. Treat it like a chore. This is such a bore. Leave it in the store, don’t buy more. Your doing the best thing imaginable, tricky.. yeah, that’s inevitable. Misguided youth, this language is so uncouth. Lift me, heal me, this is a slow suicide that takes pride in destroying my decision making capabilities, screws with my insecurities. Help me, help myself to help myself. One thing at a time, your hopefully doing fine. Together we’ll make this climb.” Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

“It burns a hole straight through the soul, removing reluctancy to reignite this smoldering coal. Another random act of kindness, oh lord, cure my blindness. I want clarity to see my discrepancies, tear down this wall of forgotten ancestries. The nonsense that goes through my head, so easily led and coloured in red. Midnight has just ticked over and we celebrate another day, let’s all prey for another way. My feelings are put at bay, No need for another x-ray. I’m in a constant fear of not getting my way.” - Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

“Holding hands, the ones that tremor, to appreciate the bond between us. No room for lust, this vape is a must. Saving coin eases the mind, I’m not rare enough to be one of a kind. It’s left me in a bind. Opposites attract, The masses react. Together we can topple this system. Put me on a mission. A deadly collision between hallucinations and reality. I’m burdened by naivety.” - Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

“I wanna make it to the gates but I’m not sure if my scorecard will cause debate. I’m sorry God for rocking up so late. Am I still your mate? Society begs me to let go of my pride and strive, I survive off a pension, does this deserve a mention? So far no cravings from the evil, toxic, poison I was once in a friendship with. Nothing at all! I hate you so much, don’t bother to keep in touch. The connection has been broken, no free tokens.” Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

“My shrink, this third eye it blinks. I take my benzos like a champ, some anxiety mostly revamped. Dave, throw your coins into the fountain, climb this disease ridden mountain. My kidneys have been put through the test, there’s not much I can do but try my best. Bad news from the doctor, I must give in and faulter. But not today and not tomorrow. Dave, to you I give this book to borrow.” - Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
September 2026

“Give me what’s mine, I have sworn off spirits, beer and wine. I’ll prove this to you over time. Got to fight this vape addiction, no time soon is my prediction. The pink cloud always sit’s there mocking me, you won’t beat me. I have willpower you see. Drinking alone is something I don’t miss, constantly on the piss, something for me to miss. Sobriety is my superpower, if I could I’d cry this louder.
“ - Dave

“36 × 36” Ink on canvas
August 2026

I unknowingly fell down that hole and it took somewhat of a scare to help me repair. I did out of despair. At first this didn’t seem fair. I’m to young to die, In the fetal position I cried. I made it through, me out of a chosen few. My resolve came true, zero point zero I blew. Make of this as you will. I personally find it good therapy. I am now happy. I know this sounds sappy. - Dave

ink on Canvas
August 2026