In All the King’s Horses row upon row of suited men are seated in parliamentary ceremony engaged in the decision making that shapes our world. They are the greying gerontocracy tasked with wisdom but replaced by greed. In a post feminist interrogation of the realities of systems of power only one woman and man of colour are present.

The precarious position freedom and democracy finds itself in is echoed in the eerie song of the paintings title borrowed from a childhood nursery rhyme which ominously reminds us that “all the King’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again”.