When I first saw this I just thought okay a cross. I think after a few runs down Bond St. I finally noticed that there were pills adorned on the cross. This was apart of a four piece sculpturet by Damian Hirst which now sits alone in a random shop window. It was a refreshing new approach for the often grotesque sculptor who had previously depicted the Last Supper in a installation with bludgeoned cow heads. He often has a way of placing his questions and ideas through his artwork : Is faith a drug? Is religion medicated?!
