For years Neate lived in a flat in Whitechapel, East London which overlooked a kebab shop. This very scenario played out every night, and in Neate’s mind’s eye and sketch book the composition was waiting to be realised.
Cleverly integrating not only LED lights to create the glowing ‘crepuscular fug’ of the late night kebab shop, but also having a motorised vertical rotating ‘kebab spit’ the painting is ‘a poetic exercise in composing the strange, synapse-depleted streetscape of the urban night, an apotheosis from the banal to a kind of dreamlike state hovering above the everyday…’ Ben Jones, art historian.