I can’t say much about this painting. It was preceded by many sketches, and once I finally started it, it stood for months facing the wall. Later, I painted over it because I didn’t like it: the absurdity of the original idea wasn’t enough without the right colours. Then, one afternoon, I simply picked it up again and finished it.
I don’t know who is behind the crocodile mask, or what it means. I’ve never been able to work it out.