This masterpiece is on the wall at our doctor's surgery. I don't know what I like about it more, the look of femininity and despair on buzz's face, his inappropriately contoured crotch, or the elephant's cutting commentary on our 24/7 connected media society with power sockets and aerial jack right in his neck (it also looks like he is squatting to poo).
Sadly it is inedlidgable for this years Turner prize as it was done in 1999. On the plus side, at least it kept him happy while we were waiting to be seen.
Bigger verions on my flickr page
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