The Legend of Sir Galahad, Maple, oak, walnut 2010
An older piece that I only recently photographed. The text displayed with it when it first exhibited:
Nakedness is something both literal and figurative. Is the measure of this man the limitation of his wounded body, or something not visible to the naked eye? Iíve had stuck in my head the physical scars of war and the legend of Sir Galahad, the best of knights, the perfect soldier who defeats his enemies effortlessly and at the end of his quest for the cup that held Christís blood is taken living into heaven. Most quests leave more of a mess behind.