Spent yesterday streatching canvas in the heat of an enormous empty studio (building sold and no leases renewed and so the exodus starts). The canvas is 48″x 68″, so I looked like a dust covered wet rag by they end of it. Today on crossing over the gowanus canal I saw this painting in my mind… at least its composition: little head, upside down man, big head. It sort of seems to be a painting I would have wanted to make fifteen years ago, but hadn’t gotten around to yet. In some ways, it samples the best of the eighties, or something, but there it was and I sort of liked it. I liked it even more when I giffed the photos together into this animation. It may be Clark coming to Willoughby’s door… or some sort of pulp boxing story, or punch drunk romance. Can’t say as it’s done, but…
