If proof were ever needed of the utter incompetence of Duncan Grant surely this is the place to visit. Even Hans Feibusch at his worst would have exceeded this paltry display of bad drawing and worse colour. It is such an uneasy balance between the representational and the hieratic, with the most embarassing painting of buttocks in western art. Still nothing sinks to the level of those damned sheep.

How come we always know which side his figures dress? Hmm?