Discourse of the analytic

The difficulty in writing a critic is knowing where to begin. This is a grand tribute to the whole history of modern art from cubism to 1950s Hitchock film era surrealism. Everything seems to have come from somewhere else,; the boat from the beach at Cadaques, the light bulb from Guernica, the pictorial, painterly self referential playfulness from Magritte and the even the Virgin Mary Spanking The Baby Jesus from the early, anti-clerical work of Max Ernst whose parson father cut down a tree in his own garden in a paroxysmic passion for realism because he had removed it from a painting he was working on. Meanwhile a man disguised as Lop Lop, the Superior of the Birds, looks on nonchalantly over his shoulder.

When we look closer we see that the light at the end of the tunnel as it were, is also the soource of illumination for the vertiginous staircase from Vertigo, or possibly Psycho. Rubik's cubes, rhino horns and a limp, drained looking but floridly coloured shape that might be from the Persistence of Memory all tumble together along with abstract cubist shapes and expressionistic smears against a peculiarly warm dove grey back ground.

Surely merely describing this work would make people want to see it. I'm sure I'm still missing quite a lot, including the provenance of the binary numbers.