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(oil on board, 35 x 30 cm) 

'Do I dare to eat a peach?', 2018 

Peaches were unfortunately out of season so I had to use a nectarine but I felt this added to the general artifice implied in the poem: 


‘Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.’ 

- The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot, 1915 


If poems were dishes I think Prufrock would be seafood. Oysters with hidden pearls and prawns that watch you with dead eyes. Things that are awkward to eat publicly and taste different to how they look.