Back The Dead Lie Down
Chapters (35)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. 1 - Friday 29 Feb 2008
  6. 2 - 1/3/08
  7. 3 - Sunday 2 March 2008
  8. 4 - 3/3/08
  9. 5 - Monday 3 March 2008
  10. 6 - 3/3/08
  11. 7 - Monday 3 March 2008
  12. 8 - 4/3/08
  13. 9 - Tuesday 4 March 2008
  14. 10 - 4/3/08
  15. 11 - Tuesday 4 March 2008
  16. 12 - 5/3/08
  17. 13 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  18. 14 - 5/3/08
  19. 15 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  20. 16 - 5/3/08
  21. 17 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  22. 18 - 5/3/08
  23. 19 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  24. 20 - 5/3/08
  25. 21 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  26. 22 - 5/3/08
  27. 23 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  28. 24 - 5/3/08
  29. 25 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  30. 26 - 5/3/08
  31. 27 - Wednesday 5 March 2008
  32. 28 - 12/3/08
  33. 29 - Tuesday 1 April 2008
  34. Acknowledgements
  35. AVAILABLE FROMPENGUIN

Although obviously gifted, the most extraordinary thing about Aidan is that he has never sold a painting, despite many offers from eager prospective buyers. He paints over canvases he isn’t entirely satisfied with, of which there have been many throughout the years. He works slowly and laboriously, and won’t part with work until he thinks it’s perfect. I have the impression that he’s a hard man to please when it comes to his own output. ‘I’m working on a number of paintings concurrently. They’re all ones that have been evolving for some time now, the only ones I’ve ever done that I think are truly worthwhile, fit for presentation to the public.’ These pictures are the ones that will make up his show at TiqTaq in February. They’re dark, brooding, atmospheric and unfashionably figurative. ‘I don’t give a toss about fashion,’ says Aidan with unmistakeable pride. ‘You can use traditional techniques and still produce modern work. I don’t understand artists who want to chuck out centuries of painterly knowledge and expertise as if they never happened. My aim is to build on what’s gone before, historically, not start from scratch. To me, that’d feel like arrogance.’

I ask him if the pictures at TiqTaq will be for sale, if he will finally allow people to buy his work. He laughs. ‘I don’t think I’ll have much choice,’ he says, adding on a more practical note, ‘I think that’s kind of the point of the exhibition. Jan [Garner] would have a word or two to say if I refused to sell anything.’ Eager art collectors had better secure their places in the queue. I’ve got a hunch Aidan Seed is an artist people will be talking about for decades to come.

Doohan Champion, 24, actor. Doohan has the sort of chiselled beauty to make young girls swoon. He first came to the great British public’s attention as Toby, the troubled teenage hero of Wayfaring Stranger. The critics raved about him, and he’s been rising meteorically ever since. ‘I no longer have to look for work,’ he says. ‘I can pick and choose. It’s a great position to be in.’ A quick glance at Doohan’s early career and it’s obvious fame and fortune have always been waiting in the wings. Encouraged by his mother, a dentist’s receptionist, Doohan went from playing the lead roles at school in Leeds to the Eldwick Youth Theatre, widely regarded as a rival to the National, where he stayed for four years. ‘It was a good way to dodge homework,’ laughs Doohan. ‘But I soon came to feel passionately about acting.’ His passion was rewarded—he won the Gold Medal for his year. ‘I could tell I was on the right lines when more and more girls started to ask me out,’ jokes Doohan. ‘There was no way I was giving up!’