All the guests’ and celebrities’ normal faces are starting to melt like heated, thermal plastic masks into grotesque malignant images bearably recognisable as being human, but strangely closer to the truth.

Slowly these grotesque heads take on animal type features. They are becoming living effigies of our animal kingdom – the gods of Egypt, but they have never looked this ugly.

The gallery is no longer dedicated to the Ancient Egyptians. It has transformed into a gigantic homage performance to Martin Schongauer, Hieronymus Bosch, Albrecht Durer and Pieter Bruegel. Medieval artists who had already lucid visions of the monstrous beasts that lurk behind the placid pastel cliches we wear.