Recent Screenprints

    ——— Help your­self, she said. Upstairs. Go on, I’d sooner get rid. After all, she said, how many shoes does a dead man need? I found them in a box under his desk, sorted them for pur­pose, style and fit. I took his smart shoes, pol­ished and ready to wear, a pair of well-worn train­ers, his new slip­pers. The rest […]

Screenprints 2006–2011