LEXI LAND | ...

YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF A MULTIDISCIPLINARY ARTIST - HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO CATER TO ALL YOUR CREATIVE OUTLETS EQUALLY?

It’s a natural process. Like the body being composed of organs that are part of 
different body systems, every part has a purpose that supports the body to function 
as a whole. One form of expression leads to another, each part has its rhythm, it’s 
place and task to perform and they all keep me breathing in their own special way.

DO YOU HAVE A MEDIUM WHICH YOU ARE DRAWN TO MORE FREQUENTLY? IF SO, WHICH ONE?

Drawing and writing (both daily rituals)

CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT ANY UPCOMING PROJECTS YOU ARE WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT?

I’m working on a series of large-scale, surreal drawings. They are life and death 
figures full of sex and organic matter, breaking the flesh open to explore beyond the 
physical, they will be intricate and beautifully grotesque… almost like 
psychic-symbolic, mummy bundles. 

I’ll develop a performance piece to accompany the drawings too. Flesh the series out - so it’s multifaceted and alive. 

I also hope to sink my teeth into the ‘Electric Lexi Land Motel’ a series I’ve been 
developing over the past few years, it needs funding though… the it’s set in LA so I 
have to get over there to make it happen... I want to play with new media, film, 
sound, neon light and text. It’s a conceptual project –an intimate, confronting 
personal experiment that looks at the demented psyche of my lost dreams.

FIVE OF YOUR FAVOURITE/MOST INSPIRING FILMS?

I don’t really have favourite films but here are some things off the top of my head 
that are in films - that have inspired me: 

1 Christopher Walkens face
2 Club Silencio, Mulholland drive
3 Marla smoking in Fight club
4 The knife-throwing scene in girl on the bridge
5 Ritual Scene in ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ and the way the nude masked women walk

SOMETHING UNIQUE THAT PEOPLE MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT YOU?

I used to be an old man.

SO WHAT IS A DAY IN THE CREATIVE WORLD OF LEXI LAND LIKE TYPICALLY? CAN YOU TAKE ME THROUGH THE RITUAL IF YOU HAVE ONE?

I get stirred around 9am, I get a kiss, I go back to dreaming till midday, write down dreams if poignant, shower, dress, sit in front of ocean sketch and write, document 
observation/philosophical thought with a large coffee – usually smoke 5 cigarettes, 
put butts in coffee cup and chuck in bin - go inside, turn music and light-box on, 
light candles, draw for a few hours (intermittent breaks for coffee, cigarettes, 
sketching and writing. Location: front step. Note: annoys neighbors) Back to drawing
till around 7-8pm cook dinner, sit and eat usually watching a movie or something, 
then either back to drawing for a few more hours with (smoke words/sketch breaks on front step every 1 hour… or so) bed to read by candlelight, about 2 hours of flashing images in my minds eye then finally… gone – asleep, I return to dreaming.

IF YOU COULD CHOOSE ANY ARTIST TO BE COMPARED TO, WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY?

I prefer not to compare or be compared.

WHO ARE SOME OF YOUR INFLUENCES?

There isn’t one person I completely feel influenced by- I like elements of people 
though… 

Like Dali and Hans Bellmer’s figures, the scrunched up face and madness of Artaud, 
the dirty sight of Bukowski, the inner world’s of Hijikata and Kazuo Ohno, Tom Waits,slouched over smoking and spitting out words like beats, a gentle glance caught on 
film from the fiery spirit of Freda, Max Ernst’s nature, The hum of Alan Watts, 
Herman Hesse when he visited me in a dream and handed me ‘words’ in the symbol of a blooming rose across the electricity of a thunderous storm. Leonard Cohen reading his own poetry, the face of David Bowie –especially his eye, ‘Ullalum’ by Edgar Allan Poe, David Lynch’s energy, Laurie Anderson's brain, Francis Bacon's space, David Foster 
Wallace’s mind, Bruce Lees philosophy, Picasso's name and eyes, my dead cosmopolitan 
grandparents, an old wise man that is made of a silver line and looks at me from the backs of my lids, an ancient pair of primitive beings walking with my hand in theirs toward the sunlight.

For some, art is a gateway to one’s own conscious expression. What would you say art means to you?

Art allows me to uncover, to discover, to recover. Art is an invisible force 
desperate to appear. Art is the sky, body and star, sex and breath. Art is a deeper 
connection to existence, a beautiful, dangerous, gentle, vibrating figure, waiting toget fucked, to live to die to dream.

Art is a way of life, a way to see life, a truly special and personal experience thatgives me immense comfort and satisfaction and helps me flesh out my days with endlessamounts of fun.

SUBMIT AN IMAGE YOU'VE RECENTLY CONNECTED WITH AND EXPLAIN WHAT DREW YOU TO IT.

I found this image when I was cleaning my dad’s office; it was amongst his books 
and words, it is an x-ray of his spine when he had one, he doesn’t have one anymore

When I found the big envelope and pulled out the hard plastic, holding the image tothe light to decipher exactly what it was, it almost tore my heart out… to see the spine all together in one piece, the structure of his bones glowing beneath the 
skin, it’s a snap shot of a time when he was solid. The day after I found this 
image I said goodbye to his body for the last time, it was weird to think this bodythat grew him and held him together since birth, this body I’ve known and touched, this body that created my body, was soon to be dust.

Once upon a time he walked into the doctor and was there under the machine, he 
probably told a joke that made the nurse blush or knew some random information 
about x-rays that impressed the doctor. Here’s a document of his existence, proof 
of his physical being, it reminds me of a mirage in the desert, a face morphing 
from watching it for too long, the visual distortion from a candle, a dream slowly 
coming back to me in small fragments throughout the day, its my body disappearing, its letting go, it’s a ghost, a memory, a whisper.

I connect to this image because it helps me let go of the ‘image’ of my father and to hold instead what truly shines through, a deeper connection to something which 
cannot be seen… we are transient beings and facing the death of my father, althoughit's been one of the hardest times I’ve experienced, it has given me an 
unforgettably beautiful insight into the wondrous expansion of life.