|Oil on aluminum, 24" x 24"|
Went to the beach and there were all these multicoloured palm trunks, big bad no-no's, decorated and cultural, like modern-day totem poles. Then there was the beach and the skin and mating rituals, monotone, simple, unsurprising, like a Republican's bookshelf. And so I stayed with the punk trunks.
Next weekend I'll have this and other new pieces at the Tempe Festival of the Arts, near Phoenix, Arizona. It'll be my fist time out there and my first time since October showing any of my work. Looking forward to a change of scenery and seeing whether I can still talk it up after hiding away in the studio for so long.
A great weekend to you!