Dark, moody, mysterious, and uplifting at the same time, His sourly precious whisky like Wit like his manhood was giant to him, if no one else. (2014) epitomises a significant period of Frank's oeuvre in the gorgeously poured varnish: resplendent, swirling, melting with a brooding tonality of black and dark blue, jolted to the heavens with bright pink and blood red. This dramatic tension and luxurious surface are a precursor to his current reflective paintings. Time and motion appear suspended, alluding to the performance of painting itself. It shows Frank's rigorous commitment to material experimentation, the mastery of his craft, and the currency of this work ten years on, further solidifying his standing as one of our most important and thrillingly unpredictable contemporary artists.