The streaky, brown-ish marks, by turns thick (as if he's just swished a bloodied thumb across the surface) and bespattered (he squirts his blood from a syringe) are unmistakably human.
Click here or on "View Gallery" to see Pete Doherty's work in pictures, with commentary from the artist A further 20 new blood-paintings will be shipped in from Paris, where the singer now lives, to form the top half of a collaboration between the curators of Cob and another gallery, Guts for Garters.
He quickly replaces his T-shirt, which had been inside-out, and begins posing moodily for photographs, in a room littered with strange objects: taxidermy, antique furniture and canvases. Most of the artwork is yet to arrive, but nine canvases are scattered around the black-walled, underground space in Camden.
I don't think it's destructive, it's quite giving actually," she says.
"It's certainly not about gore."Later in the day, the curators, Doherty and his manager are getting ready to drive a van to Wiltshire, to the mansion the artist used to rent from Lord Cardigan but vacated after the roof fell in.
Have you ever seen mould that looks all fluffy and white like snow? Nor have I met Doherty before, although he insists that I have: that famous face, his dishevelled hair now touched with grey, eyes outlined by lack of sleep and a smirking, disarming smile.
The curators have quite a task ahead, sifting through the piles of "silks, bones, leathers, skulls, palettes – what's that thing you put canvases on?
I ask Doherty if he has any regrets about the demise of their relationship.