Embarrassment. I had been at the University every day for four years and I hadn’t ever dropped in at the Adam Art Gallery. Quite quickly you realise this is not a place to toy with – there’s a seeming stability to the all-black interiors. The place oozes…what’s the word? Cojones. I always think buildings where you…

“There is no conceivable world to come in which garbage is not a deity”, reads the conclusion of a short paragraph written by Kalan Sherrard, the artist known as Enormous Face. Printed and roughly cut onto scrap paper, the piece begins by stating that “GARBAGE, like God, has no known origin, although it seems to be the genus of inanimate object that has suffered the alchemy of human intervention: transforming first from living to dead ( e.g. dinosaurs to petrol) and then from valuable to unwanted (e.g. gasoline to carbon), moving from deep intimacy with the human and its life, to a state of extreme ghettoization.”

Over the past several years, I've had the privilege of getting to know the Outram Caveman known as Little John. I should start by confessing that my interest in Little John has always been partially journalistic; I had wanted to document his music and artworks.