The artist joined the ranks of all the sculptors who labored in anonymity on the cathedrals and churches, their work facing the elements every day, unsigned, unstudied - a detail that had a story of its own, but ran out of people to tell it.

For all we know this was the sculptor’s neighbor, and he’s poking fun at Old Jim’s love of puttering around in the garden every Saturday afternoon. Or he's a Baker, carrying something that retrieved the loaves from the oven. A baker with a superhero cape.