A piece betraying my surrealist roots (actually most of
my pieces do
that
if you look closely enough). Intimate or nightmarish: reading round
this
fleshy confection, leads you to only one conclusion. It has only one
head.
The fingertips melting into the flank is an allusion to Salvador Dali's
Autumn Cannibalism which
I saw as an impressionable teenager in London's
Tate Gallery. (It's power has never waned, despite the decidedly weaker
paintings of Dali's later career.) Perhaps also a nod to the
film-making of David Cronenberg. In my daydreams I imagine this work
executed
as a huge wall-painting on the side of a metropolitan building.