Pigment print with varnish,
Edition of 20,
41.5 x 29 cm, unframed
Suella Braverman is a horrible human being but she does make amazing jam. Oftentimes she's found on village greens knocking out aforementioned jam to other horrible human beings at various jamfest events. It's three quid for gooseberry and a fiver for two jars of homemade quince and most Sundays she has it right off. One thing Braverman hates is passing all the homeless people on her way to jamfest. Lazy foreign bastards, she mutters. Nearly as bad as those refugees wanging on about fleeing war and persecution and all that bollocks. Recently she said her dream was seeing a plane full of refugees taking off to Rwanda. I've dreamt loads of mental shit. This one time I dreamt I was buying woodland with Mike Tyson in a village in Wales infested by crocodiles. But I've never dreamt of fucking over the most vulnerable in our society. This weekend Braverman claimed being homeless is a lifestyle choice and vowed to take away the tents people are sleeping in because they are an eyesore to the wealthy jam making community. Pretty sure being homeless is not a lifestyle choice but I know a thing that is - being a cunt.
We've made 20 of these prints at £150 each with all proceeds going to the Big Issue.