Tony Ward is seen bending at the waist, as if struggling under the chain's weight. Posed before a simple backdrop, his body is isolated for the viewer's delectation―his black hair shines, his muscular arms and legs bulge, caressed by the hard sunlight that warms and illuminates. The extraordinary sense of movement is not only forward but also upward in a tortuous S-curve that has been long associated with the dramatic, writhing bodies of seventeenth-century Baroque painting and sculpture.
