The series 'Twelve Selves' started with the image I used for the mugshot self portrait 'Fear no.1' of 2013 in which I attempted to imagine myself as a victim of the NKVD, Stalin's secret police. What had started as a (perhaps uncharacteristic) instance of introspection on my part turned into something that morphed into both an existential meditation and a journey of painterly exploration. I started with that original portrait of myself and then riffed on it using various painterly devices that tended to degrade and obscure the image. I have for a long time been fascinated by Warhol's 'Oxidation' (or piss) paintings, and some way through this series I hit upon the idea of incorporating reactive metallic paints with inkjet transfers of the original portrait. The metaphor being, I suppose, the decline and deterioration of the physical body that accompanies ageing, the inevitable chemical change that awaits us all - mortality. Along the way are allusions, perhaps to Magritte's 'The Son of Man' and certainly to Malevich's 'Black Square', which is itself now cracked and faded after a hundred years.
What had started out as Twelve is now approaching Fifty. But I liked the sound of Twelve because it is a number loaded with symbolism (Hours on the clock, months of the year, apostles etc). And not least because it rhymed.