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Nerd turned artist painting a blend of obsolete tech and today's digital dilemmas w/ a dash of humour

21/10/2026

There are few objects in gaming more widely hated than the blue shell. Which is precisely why it’s brilliant.

Mario Kart understood something important about human nature: people can tolerate almost any level of chaos as long as everyone is subjected to it eventually. The blue shell is pure democratic cruelty. It doesn’t reward skill. It doesn’t honour effort. It simply identifies whoever is doing best and arranges, with great efficiency, for that person to suffer publicly. It is petty, theatrical and weirdly beloved for exactly those reasons.

Shouting. Laughing. Accusing each other of sabotage as though the game itself were not already doing that quite adequately on its own. Mario Kart was one of those perfect social games because it understood that fairness is not always the same thing as fun. Sometimes fun comes from the exact opposite. From the sudden reversal. The cheap shot. The beautiful collapse of a lead you had absolutely no intention of allowing your friend to keep.

That mechanic has stayed with me because it feels larger than the game.

The blue shell is basically a cartoon metaphor for resentment. For the strange human pleasure in watching the person ahead get dragged back into the pack. We love competition, right up until someone else is winning too cleanly. Then we start looking around for systems that might restore a little “balance,” by which we usually mean emotional satisfaction. There’s a small life lesson in there somewhere, if not an especially noble one.

This piece is not really accusing Mario Kart of corrupting civilisation, though I wouldn’t rule out minor contributions. It’s more interested in how games dramatise instincts we already have. Envy, competitiveness, schadenfreude, the joy of seeing order disrupted just enough to make things interesting again. The game works because it knows that people like excellence in theory, but in practice often prefer suspense.

No one likes an easy winner for very long.

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This piece was a commission for a collector in 2025. And was a lot of fun to work on 💾

16/10/2026

There’s a generation of us who grew up playing a certain type of video game. And apparently it really shows… for the better 💾

14/10/2026

One of the first rules I remember being taught about computers was wonderfully simple: they don’t make mistakes, people do.

Reassuring, because it implied there was logic underneath the chaos. Horrifying, because it meant every glitch, crash, vulnerability or collapse had a human somewhere behind it, and humans are not, historically speaking, a very stable foundation for critical systems. This is especially awkward when the system in question happens to control something more substantial than a word processor. Like, say, a dinosaur theme park.

Jurassic Park has always appealed to me less as a monster story than as a story about technological arrogance. The dinosaurs are the obvious spectacle, but the real engine of the plot is a familiar human error: the belief that because something can be built, it can therefore be controlled. Add greed, cost-cutting and a few fragile systems, and the whole thing begins to look less like fantasy and more like a very expensive case study.

The reboot disk becomes a little symbol of our faith in technical fixes. Something goes wrong at scale, and the response is often a variation on the same old hope: restart the system, trust the interface, perhaps don’t mention that the thing was badly conceived in the first place. If the machinery fails, we reach for reset before we examine the design.

Sometimes that works. More often it just delays the raptors. I’m drawn to Jurassic Park because it understood the drama of that failure beautifully. The idea that the system could be both dazzling and flimsy. That behind every impressive display of control sits a vulnerable chain of dependencies, shortcuts and assumptions waiting for the wrong person to cut the power.

Jurassic Park: Reboot Disk (2022)
Oil on Canvas | 100x100cm | Unique 1/1
Sold 💾

21/09/2026

On the surface, it sounds obvious. Of course AI beats stupidity. It can process more, remember more, generate more, optimise more. Very impressive. Gold star for the haunted calculator. ⭐️

But I’m not sure stupidity is really a data problem.

Real stupidity isn’t just not knowing something. It’s knowing exactly enough to be dangerous. It’s confidence without thought. Speed without wisdom. Progress without asking who it serves. It’s building systems nobody fully understands, then acting surprised when they behave like systems nobody fully understands.

Which is where the small print comes in.

AI might beat human stupidity in a straight fight, but only if we don’t give stupidity the login details, a venture capital round, and permission to update the terms whenever it likes.

That felt like a reasonable thing to put on an old computer.

Mainly because old computers, for all their flaws, were at least honest about being stupid. They crashed loudly, froze visibly, and asked you to insert Disk 2 with a kind of tragic sincerity.

Modern technology tends to smile while making the problem scalable.

AI may beat real stupidity, but only if real stupidity isn’t the one deploying it. 💾

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14/09/2026

Thoughts?

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10/09/2026

Halfway through the final week of MATERIALITY at Saatchi Gallery.

Still a slightly surreal sentence to type, even after several attempts and one small internal software update.

I’m showing two original 1/1 wall sculptures with BSMT Gallery:

Superman: Big Tech
100 x 100cm

Batman: Unresolved Trauma
70 x 70cm

The Batman piece has felt especially right in this show. It sits somewhere between childhood mythology and adult damage. A heroic symbol, but also a reminder that some heroes are really just unresolved trauma with excellent branding and a very committed lighting department.

That’s why MATERIALITY has been such a great home for these works. The show is about the physical presence of art: material, texture, weight, surface, process. In a world where so much is becoming digital, frictionless and weirdly unreal, it feels important to stand in front of actual objects. Things with edges. Labour. Scars. Evidence.

Huge thank you to BSMT Gallery for including me in such a strong show, and for creating something that feels generous, ambitious and properly alive.

The opening night was wonderful. Busy, warm and full of the strange magic that happens when people stop scrolling and actually look at things in a room together. Dangerous behaviour, really. Very analogue.

I wanted to do a shout out my fellow artists. A hugely talented, creative and welcoming bunch of reprobates. It’s been a joy to get to know so many of you. This also goes for Helch, who was also part of the show and sadly died on 29 August. I didn’t know him personally, but I respected his art and the mark he made. There’s something powerful about work that escapes the gallery and becomes part of the city itself. I imagine many of us will keep seeing him in London for a long time, on bridges, walls, routes, and remembered corners.

That feels worth saying.

MATERIALITY is free to visit and open at Saatchi Gallery until 12 September.

Go if you can. It’s worth it for the building alone, before you even get to the art.

And if you do go, please send me a photo of Batman looking emotionally unavailable in public.

BSMT SPACE Saatchi Gallery

02/09/2026

One of the first life lessons many of us absorbed from games was surprisingly bleak: the thing you want is almost never where you were told it would be.

The princess, as it turns out, is in another castle.

As a child, I accepted this with only moderate irritation. It was part of the ritual. Reach the flag. Clear the level. Enter the castle. False hope. Move on. Repeat until emotionally conditioned. Looking back, it feels like an extraordinarily efficient way of teaching delayed gratification, disappointment and the moving-target nature of desire before most of us had learnt long division.

What I like about this piece is that it takes one of the most famous lines in gaming and reveals just how broadly it applies. Because “another castle” is not just a game mechanic. It’s practically an organising principle of modern life. You hit the milestone, get the thing, reach the point you thought would solve everything, and almost immediately discover the goal has shifted somewhere else. Another job. Another house. Another version of yourself. Another update. Another horizon.

There’s a difference between saying the destination keeps moving and saying the journey is pointless. If anything, one of the more useful things I’ve learnt is that a lot of life is exactly this: false endings, new levels, fresh complications, occasional mushrooms. You don’t finally arrive and become complete. You keep going. Slightly more aware. Slightly more weathered. Hopefully with better timing.

Mario, absurd little man that he is, understood it early.

This piece is a joke about endless postponement, obviously. But it’s also a small nod to endurance. To carrying on despite the repeated discovery that the neat ending you were promised was mostly a narrative convenience. The castle is not the end. It’s just another room in the game.

Historical Context:
“Thank you Mario! But our princess is in another castle!” became one of the most recognisable repeated lines in early video game history, closely associated with Super Mario Bros. and the structure of its staged progression.

30/08/2026

Try explaining to a kid today what a cheat code was, and how it felt to discover one.

What’s your favourite ever game hack? 🤓💾

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26/08/2026

When you have a problem with a keyboard key… maybe the real problem is you. Or, in this case, me 🤓💾

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23/08/2026

Game manual: necessity or waste of paper? 💾

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