Saturday 10 December 2011

Plans for the new year and Manchester Print Fair



The Haunted Press Co.

Come the New Year I will be launching a new look blog and website. Using the name The Haunted Press Co. as I have just done the Old Haunts exhibition.

For now this Sunday I will be doing the Manchester Print Fair at the Night And Day Cafe in Manchesters. Above is a preview of the prints I will be selling at the fair.

The new year will also see the launch of an online store for some of my work.

Alex

Wednesday 23 November 2011

OLD HAUNTS EXHIBITION



Here are some images from the show I am doing at the Night And Day.
The show features new pieces as well as some older ones and all pieces are for sale.
Please go have a look if your in Manchester.
Thanks for looking.

Here are some photos from the murals I did at the Night And Day in Manchester.

Monday 26 September 2011

OLD HAUNTS EXHIBITION!

I will be exhibiting at Night and Day, Oldham Street, Manchester. It is part of a 5 artist exhibition called The Art Of Drinking. Should be a really good exhibition, I have loads of new pieces in it, that I haven't previously put up on here yet, and I will be selling originals.

The opening night is on Wednesday 28th September. We each got asked to pick a band to play the opening night, I chose Cowards.

http://www.wearecowards.com/

The poster for the event (below) was designed by my awesomely talented girlfriend.

http://www.dowsettdoodles.blogspot.com/

COME DOWN!


http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=163252907093957


Thursday 23 June 2011


Above is the new version of the design.
Below is the original flash painting.


and here is the tattoo someone got of it.

Thanks for looking.



You can't die from a broken heart.
New piece.

Friday 15 April 2011

Listener - Wooden Heart



We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember


Words by Listener.

Tuesday 1 March 2011

Illustration I did for a poem about punk-rock
for the first zine produced by Book Club.

Sunday 27 February 2011

New Book Club Designs


Here are the two new designs I have done for the clothing line I part own.
check them all out at:
www.bookclubclothing.co.uk
They will be a available to buy online soon.
another smoker
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