neighborhood joint compound and acrylic on wood 12x14 (sold)
Not sure why, but this messy dude seems to do a thing I like. It's slapped together in a consistently shoddy way, and proudly so. In terms of a neighborhood, I think it rides the line between the type made of tents and pipes where teens dream of breaststroking in piles of cash and platinum and the type where the kids sit on warm couches and show off their hard-earned chicken pox scars and lazy Sunday stick-and-poke tattoos - a community where the heroes resuscitate their dying Brothers by breathing mouth-to-mouth into gray, plastic cartridges.