My name is Kenny. This man’s name is also Kenny. He is my window cleaner. I used to think… What does he think when he looks into my house? Well… I don’t clean up for him coming… Does he think my house is a mess? I try to keep it clean. Kenny drives a bright yellow Cadillac with orange leopard skin roof. The gear lever is a skull. There is a top hat on the back seat. I left this portrait unfinished and a mess deliberately… I thought that would reflect his personality. But I realise Kenny doesn’t care about how clean my house is. He is more sorted. I got it wrong. I’m going to stop worrying about a clean house… and just let myself be different.