Frank, by Stephen Hart is a cipher for the Everyman. He is a universally adaptable site for endless one liners and gags with philosophic undertones.

He channels the deadpan humour of a Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton. He is a safety valve, an outlet for the daily struggle for meaning in an ever changing existence.

As in the adjective, Stephen Hart’s Frank is unreserved, candid and always straightforward, homage to the vernacular simplicity of a draughtsman’s square. he is resilient and goes on and on.