“Robin Nature-Bold is an artist blinded by false aspirations who decides it’s his birth right to take on the Manchester art, music and club scenes - with a ‘fuck it or fight it attitude’ he finds himself naturally burning bridges left right and centre - with Rakewellian (sic) swagger -his trajectory sees him on a fast-track for self-destruction with the oh so familiar; burn out debauchery, love for incarceration (both in prisons and mental hospitals) - these activities concludes with him being exorcised (in Edinburgh, Scotland the place of his birth, he had to face his demons - but unfortunately that was what 99.9% of what made him, him).

Now, the remaining husk of himself is propelled into forced retirement, finding sanctuary in a dilapidated coastal chalet in Margate, Kent... self-exiled and forgotten, his distorted memories tortured him daily...

2017 saw him muster a faint glow on the embers of his skewed psykhe, inspired by his inanimate muse - a sullen old base-ball bat with the words ‘you don’t wanna fuck with me!’ carved into it. And an invitation by the spectral evocation of Prof John Hyatt's 'Ghost', he’s finally wheeled/brought out of retirement (almost a decade later) - with one thing on his mind - to ‘immortalise his legacy’...

Unfortunately for Robin old habits die hard, and his current activity stokes a plot for his public assassination. This cautionary tale seeks to critique the ‘Art World(s)’ and its trappings along with seduction for both success and creative emancipation...”

A wry and critical gathering of graphic page-scape visuals, fiction, embellished facts, poems and songs by acclaimed associates of Robin’s Faustian father, this account will seek to enthral and bemuse those interested in Contemporary Art, and the crossover into performance, music and Scencesterism (sic)."


PLEASE EXCUSE TYPOS THIS IS ONLY A ROUGH SECOND DRAFT MCDMCRUK23072019