I took this photo at the Museum Nationale d’Histoire Naturelle in Paris in 2002. The Neanderthal man in the diorama looked like he was really going places (which, of course, he historically failed to do). He’s kind of a metaphor for the enthusiasm with which the idea of the extinction of Tasmanian Aborigines has been held for so long. And a reminder that there’s a little of his DNA in all of us.
I wondered what he would be like if he turned up at a party, then quickly concluded that he would probably be too dangerous (killing and eating people who just wanted to have some fun, etc). So he became Psychothal – a kind of alter ego who has appeared from time to time as my Facebook photo and who, one day, I intend to get onto the front of a t shirt.