I didn’t realise that you needed to be in a ventilated space when working with spray paint so most of this piece was produced in a state of toxic delirium. For me, something about it feels slightly unfinished, but I think that adds to its appeal. The harshness of the shapes and the strength of the red suit this raw edginess.
The piece isn’t as intimate as some of my others but was more of an experiment to see whether I could depart from my standard portrait work and even stretch to a political edge. Does money blind us? Or does money open our eyes? Or is money all we see?