Uh oh, more old stuff. I think this might be the last painting I made in this vein. Not only Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro, but a whole sleeve pinched from his Supper at Emmaus. It’s a homage of sorts to Joseph Wright of Derby and to the movie Robocop wherein a similar family pastime is advertised. Post-modern? I should say so.
Of course, that was back before I decided post-modernism was backward-looking, reactionary, self-defeating, smug and hollowly cynical and I would have no further truck with it. Deconstruct that Derrida!