When I was little my Dad told me "Everyone has a book in them". It stuck with me, I have the imagination, I’m a reader but can’t get words out.

I think the 80's Ammo projects are my books.

80’s Ammo | A1 and Mixed
Tracking the baseline chapters of an ongoing evolution. Reflecting on territorial authority.

This project documents my journey out of landscapes, iteratively hyper-remixing across mixed media and time to where the beats fit my flows.
Mastering the fine-art print turned out to be essential for deeper introspection. Pushing my vision through copperplate paper, scrap wood, ceramics, and other alternative canvases has enabled many other layers of my work and myself.
If you get the stories you’ve done something big. Shut up.
Shout out Lorna, encouraging and supporting the adventure!
Shout out my Mum and Dad for getting imagination in my head. And Uncle Carlo for NEOChrome!
Shout out all the fabulous 80’s Ammo Main Characters, lending me insight, expertise and patience as I grow. Or just sitting with me on top of those hills.

Shout out Loki, with me for every edit.  If I was nervous on a shoot I'd talk about him, always thinking about him waiting at home.  I showed everyone his pics!  Outfits covered in his hair, editing it out of everywhere. Jumping round me with my big bag of kit.  Always careful of the prints.  RIP our brave Pokey boy x

80's Ammo - Ill Lives Real People | A3 and Mixed
Mapping subcultural and personal history onto heavy-gauge substrates, utilizing luxury textures as a deliberate disruptor of the expected.

By placing technical and high-end garments, and premium branding into the frame I aim to subvert a standard scene, making it feel modern, elevated, and high fidelity whilst stuck grounded in subculture and history.
I'm bringing luxury elements into these spaces to create differing tones of visual narratives that feel cinematic. Incorporating structure and fluidity in texture and design, along with the permanency of gold, tattoos and scars, I want to reflect, explore and speak on the psychological, structural, and sensory layers of my work. This portfolio is a documented reclamation, mapping a personal tangle. It carries a deep, lived history of navigating fear, trauma, and the complex relearning of myself within the sanctuaries that first taught me I'm alright - revealing the tension between power and vulnerability, armour and intimacy, protection and touch.
This adventure expands by welcoming the skills, perspectives and distinct creative eyes of artists that I highly admire for how their work challenges my imagination and how the experience keeps me humble every time.
Ultimately I want to bring my authentic, curated subcultural identity to a world saturated with boring uniforms and learn what happens. The Paninari come remix now suckers. I'm telling my story, my story made Me, it feels like the right way to do this adventure.

El Dubba Dizzle and cam no stem no stick
Coz I'm G-Town clan big ratpack gang
And I'll bring spray cans and hide in the hills
With slow cooked lamb and smoke signals
Singing hey diddle diddle
Camo, Loki
No you dun want sizzle
We set sail but I circled round said it's a movement family
Get in on the ground
Tracks dirt all round murks and shells
Scarecrow with my arms out rule my world
I know about shadow and fire and pearl
Get slapped by Gaia
And I shoot her as well
And rar boom click
And we bark and swagger
And no streetlights in the darkest manor
And farmer fields
Banana MCs peeled
Seen his handwriting
Yeah it's like he tag up
And his backpack rattles
Yeah coz freedom is all
I really battle for nuff room to wiggle
Splat with mud and carved with chisels
Mapped in stars and bound by riddle
Said I'll be back in sunshine drizzle
You know my hype no one time frivol
Gwan prismatic with my hair all static
So sick magic lickin off like fizzles
I'm wicked on rainbows and Eastern Rituals
And reckon I'd leave ya weaved in visuals
Shiva pipper sparked guts like clipper
Hold on but his heart's like headspin skittles
Nah giggles
Rar nang it's the Big El Dizzle
Boom Click War King
What hit like missile
Big beat basher
No twig trim hasher
Been whole life flashers
Since I was little
When my Blanket Weaver Extraordinaire
Feeds us pasta, born over there
Told me John, you got a big heart
They'll take you for an idiot, let them dare
Come for dirt you wheel in barrows
Feel that chill it's in your marrow
Don't explain, should know wha gwan
We ain't Gypsy, this ain't taro
Brownland Pixie paint in shadow
Towns and tracks and bait in camo
Energies that leave you paro
Boom Click Boom Click 80's Ammo
Big Boom Click a lifelong racket
Anyone saw me play pogs they'll back it
El Dubba D, rudegirl, that's me get the whole family
In them goggle jackets
And boots, Goodyear, roll in
No baccy
Inhale fresh air blow out the scatty
Flinging ning braps off Elefant Ducatis
Spin a brolly in acrylic rain splatty
You know from that Duo
What kicked down Stratty
And we lick chills
Think you seen aggy?
From the R M 2-Oh shout
Come spit ya flows out
White boy yeah
But I know about patty
And we know I get ratty
And she knows I'm a goer
Know that we spar art
On an arc chap, Noah
Run red off that mindstate
Said bunn em I take
Heads off clowns
Mate, G-Town flow-er...