Acrylic on canvas in wooden frame.
42 x 32 x 4cm

My late cat pooped in his tray and now I’m thinking about how empires crumble.
Pigments, their use as a status symbol and the role in colonialism.
Piles of rubble, gravel or rocks with model cannons buried in them.
On gaining power, the Medici family changed the colour of the Florentine fleur-de-lis from white to red.
I have too much histamine in my body. Pomegranates are the only fruit I can eat right now.