This is a large, rectangular portrait of acclaimed British Actor Sir Ben Kingsley, approximately 3m wide x 1.8m high in a grainy, 3cm wide, dark-wood frame with the occasional fine nick in the wooden surface.
Sir Ben is seated in the middle of the work, his body turned to the left with his knees apart. In front of him, at the extreme left of the image, half of a low wood fire burns merrily in a wide copper dish, the other half cut off by the left edge of the work.
The fire casts its light onto the side of a set of stairs and Sir Ben is seated on the fourth step up. Around him, night is falling, and a highly decorative, peach, terracotta, blue, turquoise and black background is in a state of gradual decay. The scene is like a temple ruin.
The stairs cut across the work, taking up half the image, they lead up to a mezzanine with a corner landing at Sir Ben’s back. In place of walls and windows, there are sections of crisscrossing steel scaffolding in front of an electric blue, night sky.
In the bottom left corner, rows of organically uneven, large stones pave the ground. Sir Ben is dressed in black and he wears thick-soled, suede lace up shoes, resting on the stones. His right foot is turned out, at a relaxed distance from the stairs. His right shoe is very close to the underside of the oval fire dish.
His long-sleeved, black shirt is open to the second buttonhole. His black attire absorbs the shadows in contrast to the predominantly peach and terracotta - coloured surrounds.
Both his sleeves are neatly rolled to above the elbow. He is resting one hand cupped over his left thigh, a gold wedding band catching in the light. Sir Ben’s right wrist leans across his right thigh, fingers loosely curled, his pointer finger is angled at his left shoe.
His golden tanned skin, a sign of his Indian heritage, is bathed in firelight. He is a bald man and his forehead bears horizontal crinkles. Above his neat, dark eyebrows are parallel lines that mimic his brow’s mild, arched shape. His rich, dark brown eyes are unfocused, gazing off to the left, at a point beyond our left shoulder.
His head is angled, a vein zig-zagging beneath the skin at the left side of his head between his forehead and the shell of his large ear. Two indents run the length of his left cheek. He has a rounded, downturned nose and jowls that curve around his mouth. He has short, salt-and pepper facial hair, focused on his top lip, connecting to his chin, and a small tuft under his bottom lip.
His lips are dark, thin and relaxed, a silent line of darkness showing from within.
Amongst the ruins, he sits on the fourth step up on an old set of stairs, with no railing. The eight, long, wide treads cut across the space diagonally, a short wall behind them at right.
The fascia of the stairs and Sir Ben’s hands and face glow, preternaturally lit by the flames. We are positioned below Sir Ben, as though we’re seated on the floor. The staircase and monolithic elements of the ruins rise like mystical figures around his seated form.
The stairs are edged in wood and bathed in shadow. Each tread has a layer of thin pine on top and is left plain. On the sides and front of each step is a repeating, wallpaper-like, floral-inspired pattern consisting of thin, short turquoise tapering ellipses, adjacent to aqua stalks, split at their tops. Each stalk fans out into corona-like pink petals, They are interspersed by taller, turquoise stems with splayed, brush-like decorative tops. There are dozens of these motifs on the stairs.
The patterns are old and damaged, peeling away everywhere. Turned up, patterned corners draw in shadows from the firelight. Either side of Sir Ben, significant sections of pattern are missing, exposing the plain wood beneath.
Below the eighth and highest stair, and behind the oval fire, rectangular chunks of cladding panels are missing, revealing scaffolding pipes, and the blue night sky.
At the top, the stairs are flanked by two massive, circular pillars rising up beyond the top edge of the work. Their wide, bulbous bases loom large, ringed by tall, interlocking triangular petal shapes, wider at the bottom, sharp and narrow at the top. The cracked and chipped marble surface of the pillars is pastel green, the rising petal shapes are outlined in aqua and further outlined in black with a thin line of white between each colour. At the top of each wide petal, a black line rises, becoming stripes outlined in gold that stretch to the heavens, up and out of frame, two on the left pillar and three on the right.
Behind Sir Ben’s right shoulder is a third pillar, further away and more dimly lit. The thin stripes outlined in gold running vertically up its circumference end in small, upside-down arches, a stripe of red at each centre, they circle the pillar.
Further up, horizontal bands of aqua, red, and yellow lead to a flared pillar-top, like a long turquoise floret, ringed with vertical leaves painted onto the turquoise. The very top of the flanged, floret shape has a band of gold around it, and onto it rests the wood cladding for the corner of another, higher floor. This suggests a grand scale to the ruins.
To the right of this pillar, also at the top of the stairs, behind Sir Ben is a thick, rectangular, apricot-coloured, entrance-way. A heavy, curled, stone wave runs along its highest horizontal edge, narrower at bottom and wider at the top. This section of the entrance’s front facade is black, orange and green striped. Over the top of the stripes are side-by-side feathery wings. They span the full width. Between them is an apricot circle, outlined in black.
The rectangular entrance to the archway is flanked by weathered and worn, apricot coloured, thick square pillars. Each side is dressed by two, narrow, red, black and silver poles. A section of wall at right, holds images of rows of seated and standing Egyptian-style figures. This sliver of wall is connected to the entrance. A hole in the wall yawns to the far right of the image.
The architectural elements stand alone and in between them are sections of rich, mid-blue sky, glowing with the last of the day’s sun. Sprawled across every inch of these sections of sky, is lattice-like construction scaffolding making an intricate patchwork that cuts the sky into horizontal and vertical lines.
Light touches the work in many places, most noticeable from the firelight at bottom left, it travels onto Sir Ben’s face and onto the white pillar at his back in a smooth, diagonal sweep.