This painting attempts to see into the sad-eyed, sardine loving soul of Eric Cantona. With his slightly confusing football-exisentialist philosophy, Eric can be seen as a direct descendent of Sartre, Camus and Jimmy Greenhoff. Of course, Eric would say that only Eric should do paintings of Eric.
The underpainting of red, yellow and golds was applied using fingers and bits of paper. The initial subject painting was done using a palette knife. I used tons of black paint for his eyebrows and stubble, hence the huge cost of this painting.