Whenever a new Instagram post goes up of Peter Drew, shirtless and flexing his muscles, you could be forgiven for wondering if that’s a smirk on his face. For six months, the Adelaide artist has baited his followers, dropping hints about a new project that seems to revolve around his newly pumped physique. He calls it The Narcissist: a self-portrait.
Over one video, he even turned some fans’ incredulous comments into lyrics, sung by a sweet female voice over acoustic guitar: “Does he want art fans to leave?” / “You look terrible” / “By aspiring to some masculine ideal aren’t you just simply supporting it, not really interrogating the phenomenon or making a statement about it?”
