Tom Lewis

Stories are what make us human. We tell stories, we listen to stories, we live inside stories. Perhaps our souls are nothing but tiny, decorative, multi-dimensional blankets we pull over our shivering brains, woven from delicate threads of narrative. Put another way, we are basically walking story sausages, made from the gristle, teeth and occasionally delicious bits of dead stories. Or, if you prefer a less meaty analogy, we're like a conscious story Cheestring (vegan obvs), made from the scum you sieve from the top of a pot of boiling story. That's a problematic example. I would imagine a Cheestring that had attained consciousness immediately loses veganic viability. Perhaps someone could enlighten me?

But what indeed is consciousness? Is there such thing as an essential truth? Can you effectively investigate the nature of being from within that same system of being? Can the concept of God be explained, perversely, by Darwinian theories of dominance hierarchies in the animal kingdom? How long can I leave that cottage cheese in the back of my fridge before it's genuinely inedible? Can you send yourself mad trying to find out?

Important, perhaps even timeless questions! Who knows, but the best answers arrive as stories and th...

BA (Hons) Fine Art, Middlesex Universtiy, '99 - '01

Upcoming - The Other Art Fair, Brooklyn, May 2-5, 2019
Megan and the Chaos Blossom, London, 2018
Scope, Miami, 2016
Megan and the Tentacles of Destiny, Brighton, 2016
The Other Art Fair, London, 2015
Buy Art Fair, Manchester, 2015
Megan and the Second Breath, London, 2015
Burobbu Boutique, London, 2014 - 2015
Megan and the Beasts of Kaimei, London, 2013
Buy Art Fair, Manchester, 2013
Megan and the Garden of Edo, London, 2011