Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
It's constructed from a series of hand made faux messiahs in plaster around the edges. An actual external solid wood frame, The main image is on a separate board, canvas covered and slightly uplifted to sit proud of the framing device. The main panel is a montage of bits. There is a small upturned, hand painted postal box for jewellery in the bottom left-hand corner beside the central face; a fake looking relic on the other side made from nails and bits of gnarled leather and at the top right-hand side, obscuring the crown a little, is another applied 'thing' figure with a tin insert. The central figure is surrounded by what are to me rather archetypical characters making hand gestures that crop up a lot in my work. The worn down nature of the thing is a key element; lots of scratched surfaces and purposeful ageing - care worn and enticed. The main figure has brass 'eyebrows' from an old gas mantle. It's mostly painted in acrylic with household emulsion - although I am tempted to say 'household emotion' which has a better ring to its echoing tones.
Is it my imagination or is the figure at bottom left holding a severed head.What's that all about then?