Being incredibly comfortable with their bodies and after 6 hours of speech deffinition classes Harry and Sally starred in a low budget remake of Genesis.

Harry and Sally the truth...

Harry and Sally met in the Brixton Iceland 8 months ago, they had both reached for the same can of baked beans, when their clammy, cloth fingers collided. The electricity between them caused the can to combust covering them both in gloopy, orange, 'special offer' bean goo. 

Sally lived just around the corner and offered Harry a shower to wash the tomatoey glue from his chest hair which was showing over his V neck. 

Back at the flat they stripped off, Sally shampooed Harry's pubes and chest hair whilst he told her how attractive he found 'pear-shaped' women. When they were both scrubbed clean they watched 'Fresh Prince of Belair', then read each other letters from the Sunday Times's Style magazine problem page, all in the nude. They have been inseparable ever since. They love each other even though Harry has spotty balls, masturbates at the breakfast table and sometimes sleeps with other women. Sally is pretty perfect though her vagina in slightly baggy.

Stuffed, Stitched, Bored.

stitched line, painted then stuffed cushion style.

Man and Woman

stitched line and acrylic

Man and Woman

continual line and ink

    

Rough film.... "I've Got No Strings"

Are we all non-consenting puppets? our invisible strings being pulled by 'the man'? Our families? Cultures? Religion? Government? Peers? Our pre-determined destiny? God? Greek God-like hags? Giants in the sky? A small man in a studio in a Truman Show style scenario?

Or are we in full control of our lives?