Coe’s world is one of playful disintegration and deliberate ambiguity. Trained by the streets of Sydney and the subcultures of London’s back alleys, his artistic vision straddles the familiar and the surreal. Domestic interiors blur into urban exteriors; shadows carry the warmth of bodies; colour doesn’t describe—it emotes. His brush isn’t mimetic—it’s musical.

There is a kind of radiant entropy at work in Coe’s practice. Forms emerge and dissolve in equal measure, evoking what could be described as “figurative impressionism turned inside-out.” His interest lies not in accuracy, but atmosphere. In Coe’s hands, the everyday becomes spectral, charged, gloriously slippery. A snackbar shimmers like a memory half-remembered; a bubbler becomes a portal; a street corner, a dream in flux.

Coe’s distinctive mark-making—a mingling of gestural brushwork, graphic simplicity, and intense layering—reveals a painter both intuitive and architectonic. While his palette vibrates with joyous vitality, it’s never superficial. Each hue carries weight, emotion, heat. His compositions pulse with a kind of suburban psychedelia, made luminous through the alchemy of light, place and texture.

And then there’s the sincerity. Beneath the visual exuberance lies an unguarded humanity—stories shaped by insomnia, by depression, by the raw pulse of daily life as a father, partner, wanderer. These are not grand narratives; they’re intimate reveries—small-scale myths told through the lens of the lounge room window or a coastal walk at dusk.

With Life Scapes, we witness an artist at full tilt—transmuting the overlooked into the unforgettable. These works are not just to be viewed, but inhabited. They are living environments, humming with emotion and possibility. They beckon us to pause, to look again, and to find meaning in the ordinary.

As the lines between real and imagined dissolve, one thing remains clear: in Coe’s universe, life itself is the greatest landscape.