Richard Galloway

British, b. 1980, Northamptonshire, UK, currently based in Sweden.

 '15.35'  Hand Printed Linocut on Japanese paper, H182cm x W152cm  My environment is slipping further away from civility. Cramped layers of futile growth show people bathing, fishing and drinking in the sputum the factories pump out. They are oblivious to the origin of their play zone, tracking back we can see this is where the lost children are to be found. Oil like torrents push through water wheels, the gears are disappeared vandalized or stolen. This energy is wasted and no industry is made today or any other.  The children are stuffed with junk food, taking on the characteristics of the hyenas, they gorge on the quick snacks, frightened children take refuge in the safety of the hot dog sellers vehicle. Real Hyenas eat the perishing bodies of the dead because the morgues are bursting.  The pathetic elected come round to see for themselves, they are lucky to be protected by their own henchmen who are on the payroll. The wrestlers have other ideas and are more than happy to push them all over the precipice. Women share damp tunnels with the rats as they breast feed their young touting for work with CV's in marketing experience rather than sex.  The streets are shop less the spaces they vacate are now housing the rapists, pedophiles fraud- sters and bankers. You can stroll the deserted high street and see for yourself what a pedophile really looks like. Each inmate receives the same goodies, a rope and a chair so they can do the honorable thing and free up the space.  Any open area is left as no mans land where anything goes. You can take a hot bath and drink some beers or if the price is right you can tether and torture a walrus with your friends. They are cheered on by paying spectators. Heroes break through the fences they aim their arrows at the tormentors rather than the beast, some scrawl messages of defiance or instruction it reads REV...reverse.....revere.....revolt.....revolution. High speed trains deliver more people in on the hour from a volcanic distance which itself is in self destruction as smoke and laver spills from its seams. Helicopter gun ships circle firing rockets to secure the euthanasia.

'15.35'

Hand Printed Linocut on Japanese paper, H182cm x W152cm

My environment is slipping further away from civility. Cramped layers of futile growth show people bathing, fishing and drinking in the sputum the factories pump out. They are oblivious to the origin of their play zone, tracking back we can see this is where the lost children are to be found. Oil like torrents push through water wheels, the gears are disappeared vandalized or stolen. This energy is wasted and no industry is made today or any other.

The children are stuffed with junk food, taking on the characteristics of the hyenas, they gorge on the quick snacks, frightened children take refuge in the safety of the hot dog sellers vehicle. Real Hyenas eat the perishing bodies of the dead because the morgues are bursting.

The pathetic elected come round to see for themselves, they are lucky to be protected by their own henchmen who are on the payroll. The wrestlers have other ideas and are more than happy to push them all over the precipice. Women share damp tunnels with the rats as they breast feed their young touting for work with CV's in marketing experience rather than sex.

The streets are shop less the spaces they vacate are now housing the rapists, pedophiles fraud- sters and bankers. You can stroll the deserted high street and see for yourself what a pedophile really looks like. Each inmate receives the same goodies, a rope and a chair so they can do the honorable thing and free up the space.

Any open area is left as no mans land where anything goes. You can take a hot bath and drink some beers or if the price is right you can tether and torture a walrus with your friends. They are cheered on by paying spectators. Heroes break through the fences they aim their arrows at the tormentors rather than the beast, some scrawl messages of defiance or instruction it reads REV...reverse.....revere.....revolt.....revolution. High speed trains deliver more people in on the hour from a volcanic distance which itself is in self destruction as smoke and laver spills from its seams. Helicopter gun ships circle firing rockets to secure the euthanasia.

  Mariella , 2008  Hand printed Linocut on Japanese paper. 182 × 152 cm  "A moment from my made up launderette. A busy place where people of all cultures have something in common, they all need clean clothes. One man only has snorkeling gear left so he is wearing that, others go through suitcases of smelly socks and pants. Febreeze spray is used but some stronger agents may be needed. A small child is sleeping camouflaged into his mothers colourful textile wrap around from her native country. Pensioners arrive with shopping bags and shopping lists, children play with toys on the slippy floor. The fish man visits the pub to sell seafood the perfect accompaniment for a Sunday pint. Excited children swing from a broken gate to reach the fishy treats. The sports pages are read again and again when will the final spinning cycle be finished?"

Mariella, 2008

Hand printed Linocut on Japanese paper. 182 × 152 cm

"A moment from my made up launderette. A busy place where people of all cultures have something in common, they all need clean clothes. One man only has snorkeling gear left so he is wearing that, others go through suitcases of smelly socks and pants. Febreeze spray is used but some stronger agents may be needed. A small child is sleeping camouflaged into his mothers colourful textile wrap around from her native country. Pensioners arrive with shopping bags and shopping lists, children play with toys on the slippy floor. The fish man visits the pub to sell seafood the perfect accompaniment for a Sunday pint. Excited children swing from a broken gate to reach the fishy treats. The sports pages are read again and again when will the final spinning cycle be finished?"

     Stringarms , 2008  Hand printed Linocut on Japanese paper. 182 × 152 cm  "Stringarms is the name of the Truck Driver. His arms are weak and his body is bloated and rotten. Years of drink and lonely Sunday pub roasts have left him to decay from the outside in. He exits his cabin again to operate the crane. Heavy stone blocks are used to complete the road build. Surveyors check the final measurements, the workers cut corners to quickly finish the slinging of the granite mass. Ladders are redundant hot lamps are tied to the new blossoming trees. Stripped off seasoned hairy road wreckers shunt the blocks into their final positions. Some guys work others don’t, the lazy are preoccupied with their origami crane sculptures. All fingers are crossed in hope rather than any confidence. A parked driver looks on in despair as he notices Stringarms has driven his Lorry straight into his van."

 

Stringarms, 2008

Hand printed Linocut on Japanese paper. 182 × 152 cm

"Stringarms is the name of the Truck Driver. His arms are weak and his body is bloated and rotten. Years of drink and lonely Sunday pub roasts have left him to decay from the outside in. He exits his cabin again to operate the crane. Heavy stone blocks are used to complete the road build. Surveyors check the final measurements, the workers cut corners to quickly finish the slinging of the granite mass. Ladders are redundant hot lamps are tied to the new blossoming trees. Stripped off seasoned hairy road wreckers shunt the blocks into their final positions. Some guys work others don’t, the lazy are preoccupied with their origami crane sculptures. All fingers are crossed in hope rather than any confidence. A parked driver looks on in despair as he notices Stringarms has driven his Lorry straight into his van."