MARK WYNN

​ Meet Acrylic Tony. I painted him in the garage Victoria calls the shed. I put the acrylic paper pad on the step ladder and I got to work on him.  Tony is from Jarra. He drinks his tea, he smokes his tabs. He inquires of the latest purchase, ‘Ow much?!’  You may have seen him around the urban landscape, observing and taking pictures to flick on his tablet and check against the old maps.  This tunnel must have gone from here to here. But why was this bit here? That is Tonyio. As I said, you may have seen him around. But you might not have, cos ‘I haven’t even crossed the doors, Mark’ is occasionally something he says to me.  This picture of him is likely from the summer. In the summer he sits on his seat in the front garden, and prunes and trains his box, He has a cracking rose bush that goes right up and around the door. He tans at a remarkable pace. 

​ I said there was more Henry, and there is more Henry. This is Henry in pencil. I drew him at the dinner table and got graphite all over it.  I was instructed that this was bad business; I should avoid it in future.  Drawing Henry in pencil? At the dinner table, yes. What about drawing myself in pencil after watching Alan Carr lie cheat steal and deceive, and before bed, at the table in my little room.  Is this the dinner table? No, it is a picture of me taking a picture of myself in the car before wandering into a strangers house, giving them a laxido and washing their back.  That’s okay then. Just don’t try and eat your dinner off it. I plan not to, specifically. 

​ This is Ronnie Wood getting his make up done. He is on tour with the Stones somewhere, but he can’t remember where.  And if he can’t remember where,  how’m I supposed to I be expected to! Debbie’s note: No one is expecting you to do this. (Ignores his secretary) No, I will have to say Dewsbury. ‘It can’t be?!’ said Mr’s Miggins the train driver.  I know, but it could be, couldn’t it, Miggie.  ‘No, it is entirely unlikely. In fact, I don’t think they ever played in dewsbury.’ Not even on the Urban Jungle Tour, 1989-1990? ‘No.’ Anyway. I drew him on a piece of paper in my mum’s house whilst awaiting the possible return of my dad from town. He dis return and we had ten minutes marvellous chat and did not think Leeds would be too game on match of the day even once, let alone three in a row