Martin Luther was a bit of a prick really, I never did like having him over to stay. He was so fucking impatient, always banging on the bathroom door while I was trying to back-one-out in peace-and-quiet. I was glad to see the back of him when he moved out.
The full title of this oil painting is…
The Beggar Feeling Awkwardly Clad in Saint Martin’s Famous Cloak…
I’m not sure the Fruit Catcher really appreciates the good things in life that come his way…
This is a self portrait produced in 1991 with all the stuff of life around me and that questioning look that can be read as intense thinking or may just be concentrating on painting.
Oil painting on canvas of gum leaves. Private collection.
Like dreams, paintings are all about yourself, everything is a self portrait. In this one I am at once Benedicta and Piggyman, perhaps we all are, depends if it’s a good day or not. Don’t feel sorry for Piggyman though, he’s a dirty little bastard that Benedicta likes to keep around ’cause he’s got a few tricks that keep her amused.
