Surely by now, the name of Joe Decie can be uttered in the same context as some of Britain's more prolific DIY asthetic exponents. Akin to Billy Childish (but less rubbish) Decie has represented and been the motivator behind much of the "faversham" movement. Drawings are innocent yet perverse. A juxtaposotion of the obscene and the everyday, and a bluntness that leaves only a cotton mouth clamouring for something more lengthy. ingrained in much of his early work was a longing for  convention deconstruction, minimalism clashing with chaotic tapestries of ideas. His work has matured like brie (or as decie would probably prefer a good whisky) into a calming sea of pre-mid life crisis observation, anecdotes and pondering. Stripped down primal decpictions of the inertia one can feel in the work of Satre or Bellow, but fuddled up with drunken stumblings and mistake utterances. like when you're 14 and drunk for the first time and your vision keeps jumping back and forth. For fans of Kochalka, Chester and Jeffrey Brown. not for fans of spiderman. peace and carrots.