The actual title of this piece is While the iron, while the fish
While the iron, while the fish is my take on an illustration from a medieval manuscript. It is a monk who drinks wine from the barrell. However, my monk is driven by crazy lust, secrecy and drunken hallucinations. He is more clown than monk, inhabiting an imaginary space where a fish pours wine like a waterfall out of its mouth. The image captures the moment of temporary insanity that can arise when one finds oneself at the right place, at the right time (strike when the iron is hot)
I think I tend to like monks (see also Brick Moon). And clowns. especially sad ones.
This fella is from my graphic novel Shadow Costume.