Saatchi online got out to the studio of Pure Evil to have a little chat with the artist.
Spray paint is my preferred medium. I like how it’s usually unpredictable. It can spray quite smoothly and then suddenly, it starts splattering everywhere. It’s kind of chaotic.
Started painting crocodiles when I was 4, so around 40 years.
I have two at the moment: one is being renovated and looks like a nail bomb has gone off in a paint shop. I’ve just moved my cans into the new one; it looks promising. I’m also scoping out another one in a run-down WW2 building next to an old airfield. Who knows…
The death of utopia and the myth of the apocalypse. Scratching the surface and finding darkness underneath, a bit like a David Lynch scene in Blue Velvet, where an ear is found in a nice lawn, covered in ants.
I love hearing music while I work… CAN , NEU, Conan Mockasin. There’s an amazing blog called LES MAINS NOIRES that has awesome mixes.
Columbia Road & Brick Lane markets early on a Sunday morning, looking for cool stuff to paint on.
Crackheads and hipsters.
It’s not getting to the top of the mountain that’s the important thing; it’s how you climb the mountain that counts.
A bit of both… I did an A Level in art, and then switched and did fashion design, because I was well into street-wear. I would say “father taught” actually; he is also an artist, and I grew up around paintings and exhibitions and art books about Pop Art. That was the best introduction to the art world.
I’d like to be a porn star… I really think it would be a satisfying job.
Artist and accidental gallerist.
I collect Pop Art from 1968, some Rosenquist pieces and Richard Hamilton.
Can I have Guernica, please ? That is transcendental artwork.
A bit fatty boom boom Windsor one; it’s a beaut.
Yes: neon, metal, collage, KRINK, Solvite, Glue, Blu-Tac, and things I find in Brick Lane Market, or junk I can paint on.
I prefer wooden palettes… stretch a canvas over it. BOOM.
I reckon Monet, he was OUT THERE, man. If you had an alien race intent on destroying the planet and they wanted a reason to spare us, we could show them Monet’s water lily paintings and they’d probably let us live. I might try a bit of Led Zeppelin, too, if they weren’t feeling the Monet paintings, just to be safe.
London, United Kingdom