I'm not very good at talking or writing about my work, so I'll apologise now... Sorry.

I always get asked what my paintings mean, which is a question I hate to attempt to answer. They don't "mean" anything, they are simply paintings of things I like and feel compelled to paint. That is not to say that there is no meaning in them, every person who looks at a piece of art will decide in their own head what it means, and I always find it interesting how we have a desire to place intellectual value on a piece of art through interpreting it's meaning, and deciphering what message the artist is trying to convey to us. I have never seen art like this, and I certainly don't create art like this, and I also believe that many artists throughout history who's work has been bombarded with retrospective meaning by critics and audiences, never intending their work to have any great message either.
My art "means" whatever you decide it means. Your interpretation of what my work means is always going to be far more important than what I think anyway, because I'm never going to be stood by you in a gallery telling you how my work is "A psycho-analytic exploration of occultist persuasions in the collective mind of a post-christian society raised on a diet of late 20th century pop ephemera, middle class hedonism, and philosophical abandonment". And it's probably a good job I'm not saying that, because it sounds like, and probably is, a load of old bollocks...

They're just paintings of vomiting monsters and angry worms, and I hope you like them.