I found the old records in a basement. They seemed too useless to keep, too beautiful to throw away.
The faux-Mondrians I painted to brighten a gloomy stairwell: two old wardrobe doors; some remnants of paint; minimal artistic ability. They did a surprisingly good job.
The sculpture is made of offcuts from royal doors. Like the records they seemed too good to toss away.
I hope you like my self portrait.