The Art of Paul Cummings
This is NOT about the well-established digital artist who works for Saatchi, called Paul Cummings. Find him everywhere elsewhere. We don’t know him.
This post is all about another Paul Cummings, who we met in Avebury at midsummer last year.
“You reckon that’s pacified your Gods? Cos it ain’t pacified mine”.
Click to read more, and see all the pictures…
When we met him, Paul was a wild fellow, fresh from HMP, with head shaven and eyes-dark, dancing and roaring beside the fire. See him here.
Once he’d stopped trying to fight us, Paul became quite charming, and we enjoyed each anothers’ company greatly. He told us how hard it was to make art in prison, with no paint, and how he learned to use coffee granules, cigarette ash, jam and silver foil for his paintings.
“But it’s a nightmare trying to get silver-foil, though there’s loads of it, cos all the junkies want it. They’d peel it off my art if I let them.”
Other gen from Paul included prison “home”-brewing – an open carton of orange juice left by a radiator – or a loaf of bread hollowed out with sugar and water poured in the middle. Rough but effective, we’re told.
To the pictures: sorry it took so long to share them with you; the wait, we’re sure you’ll agree, is well-ended.
PS…to see a comparison between ‘our’ Paul Cummings and the very successful other one, click here. You can decide for yourself whether something’s topsyturvy…the pictures speak a thousand words…
PPS…Rumour has reached us that Paul is once more enjoying her Majesty’s hospitality. So to offer support, to attempt an exhibition, or to enquire after prints, email us here, and we’ll pass it on.