I have indulged myself in a very wide range of art thingies over the last 25 years or so, from detailed photorealist commercial illustration to wacked-out celebrity defamation and bad taste social comment involving feral amphibian roadkill (see toadscape.com for further and better particulars). What I am about now is an ongoing series of works that I call "Sex and Death... and shopping". My "Sex and Death... and shopping" art thingies tend to feature observations upon such junk culture icons as your airbrushed, bottle blonde Hollywood bimbo being dissected with her own credit card, your cadaverous zombie staggering about with a broken television strapped to it’s face or your aerial view of a giant shopping trolley trundling inexorably down an abandoned highway straight over a crumbling precipice. The trolley is full of the whole of humanity from the dawn of man at the bottom to life-as-we-know-it at the top living out a microcosmic tableau of all that we seem to be about today built upon the stacked layers of our collective history and all oblivious to the bleeding obvious about to happen when the trolley goes over the edge. I might call this one, "Giant Shopping Trolley of the Apocalypse" (Gavin Ryan)