“I am the man from Scotland. I steal the rigger boots of the oil jobbers. Embrace the garment too.”

Crayon-drawn web pages. We can see from the girls with the big knockers to the little stories of home, from pictures of Rembrandt to the advertising for Gitane cigarettes. This work searches for the fundamentals that fly the flag for Scotland. Embracing of lo-fi, close at hand materials, Lee Thomas O’Connor found his pencils and paper. Not for him the extravagance of the big budget, super glossy, international, bombastic video projection. Rightly, O’Connor decided that there are, and always have been, better things to spend all your time and money on (Robin Scott’s bottles of beer for one thing). O’Connor knows meager means often make for imaginative leaps, or as Georges Braque put it, only through knowledge of limitations can
progress be made. So you can forget about the whole overstuffed
superstore of cultural delights filling the various museum warehouses of Europe; Mr. O’Connor wants you to sit down and look at the paper. Picture Mr. O’Connor sitting in a bare room, single light bulb swinging above his head, staring plaintevely at the horrors splashed across a sheet of flat tree — what the hell does all this mean?