‘He held the detached tooth in front of his face. It was white and cracked, with roots dangling beneath, festering in gore… then he placed the tooth back into his mouth and rolled it around, before swallowing it whole.’
The Painter awakes naked and injured. Where are his clothes, what is his name, and, more importantly, why is the chair talking to him?
So begins The Painter’s disquieting journey into the heart of darkness at the centre of the contemporary art world.
After suffering a traumatic epiphany, The Painter turns...
‘He held the detached tooth in front of his face. It was white and cracked, with roots dangling beneath, festering in gore&hellip...
