My name is Matt Lewis. I'm a 35 year old Graphic Designer (who evidently has no talent for website construction) living in South Wales in the United Kingdom.

I'm not a photographer... nor do I profess to be an artist, though by virtue of the fact that I take pictures and paint, some insist on labeling me as such. I own a few paint brushes, a few old cameras and I've never exhibited my work, though some people seem to like it enough to buy it and for that, I'm grateful. I'm not in this to make a healthy profit, I enjoy what I do and any money I make goes towards upgrading my equipment... that's it.

Oh yes, I digress... to be honest, I don't know what a 'me' is. I try to appreciate everything around me, irrespective of prejudice or stereotypes, and this mindset is what ultimately led me to take in all that humankind generally finds reprehensible and disgusting. Dirty, decay, detritus... the 3 D's as I refer to them. All natural aspects of death and transition that are often pushed to the back of our individual psyches. Rust is bad, rot must be stopped, death is the end. All commonly held beliefs.

What I would ask is that you take a look at the side of any dumpster. Notice the patternation of the rust as it peels back the bright yellow paintwork. Notice how perfection in the form of a human, machine embalzoned typeset becomes warped by the will of mother nature. Knowledge is reclaimed, straight lines skewed, black paint erupts with russet measles. It's indicative of change, not of death... and in that change we can find beauty, at very least in the form of mother nature's relentless pursuit of nurturing and destroying all we desire and all we accomplish respectively.

There's a stigma attached to asbtraction and modernism, one I can appreciate to an extent, but that acceptance stops at derision and mockery. The derision I often encounter proves conclusively to me that we live in a society where we are pre-programmed by the media and commerce to only desire what they want us to. Where 'norms' are encouraged and individuality something only 'weirdos' engage in. Perfection is pursued to the nth degree... but to what end? Surely the pinnacle of perfection in it's broadest and commonly perceived sense is... nothing? Nothing is boring. Nothing is nothing.