
Untitled
Acrylic on unstretched canvas
approx. 36″ x 84″
A composite of a collaborative painting completed this afternoon in Dean’s quiet, chalk-white studio apartment in Berlin. It would, honestly, make more sense to stay here, than to go home on the 20th. I’d be cradled in the creche of legal and illegal expats from all over the world, forced to live without jobs, forced into bohemia, scrabbling for purchase, young and chic and effervescent. It’s almost irresistible, and I wonder daily about the realism of refunding a plane ticket for a deposit on one of these tall, brass-fitted, chalk-white apartments. It’s just that I left all my stuff at home. I like my stuff.