I was scratching about in the basement the other day and I found this painting I did of a big old communist fist years ago. It’s all mouldy and knackered now as you can see, and I’m sure that if I was clever enough I could relate that to how the essentially noble and beautiful concept of communism is perpetually sabotaged by the rot in the very heart of the human condition that leads us to seek power and dominion over our brothers and sisters. But I’m not. Yours for a tenner.
#musings #art #mould #basement (at Peel Street, Derby)