he emotions emanating from this piece have a broad resonance.
It may be the pain of a migraine but could equally be reaching the end of one's tether, it might be utter frustration or fearful, torturous despair, Brexit, the list goes on a while…
At an art fair in London I heard someone say to the small child wandering around with him "I can relate to that…" and as he drifted out of earshot "every day of my life…". It made me smile but upon reflection I am not so sure if I should have?
After much pondering I have decided to call him "The Madness" it seems to say it all.