I will probably die with this painting unfinished. In fact, I will probably be crushed to death when the then-two-foot-thick layer of crusty oil paint weighing down the surface of the canvas finally cleaves away like an Arctic ice shelf breaking, and they’ll find me crumpled underneath, palette knife and unfeasibly tiny paintbrush still clutched in my stiffening fingers. 

Work perpetually in progress.

Oil and sundry on cotton. 100cm x 100cm.