"I’m bored... Bored with your hairy stick with sticky coloured goo... You are dying very, very slowly. Don’t mess with my brain with your nostalgic history, your baggage full of despair and desperation. My brain, full and yet empty is already dead. Stuffed with desire but yet empty of your thinking."
Produced simply with an airbrush on canvas, the large-scale paintings sit somewhere between digital and a "seemingly naive primal act of doodling". Collaged elements of hatching and gradients combine, filling each canvas with movement and depth. Yet these works deny their painterly roots, sitting flat on the surface of the stretched cotton as if the result of a print process rather than from the hand of the artist.
Inspired by the un-dead, Barry adds: "I do not seek history and history cannot find me. I wander the Rhizome with gun at hand firing atoms, particles of paint, from the hands of the un-dead. Atomic particles spray before me, firing acrylic upon a surface. The surface, a horrible thing, shallow but mountainous, full of dirty little pores, tissue and bacteria in eternal decay."