I couldn't think of a good pattern disruptor to open this paragraph with. However, I do realise reading any words after you've been through 700 other submissions must be taxing, so I just wanted to check in. How are you? How's that knee doing? Oh, sorry to hear that.

Anyway.

You've stumbled into my psychedelic garden. The likes of which I planted as a student, ambling through the streets of Liverpool, about 10 years ago? Nowadays cultivated from an unassuming house in Warrington (town sandwiched between the latter and Manchester) My images are intended to sit in a midground between being arresting and yet flowing. I take from the past, from the future, and a bit from the beyond, and smash them into a cartoony world of maniacal, echoing laughter and reckless abandon.

Thanks for taking a peek.

Take care of yourself.
Chris

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