When you’re in the playground of the midcentury cultural elite; where the sun sets at six sharp, the brightness of the sky is matched by the embrace of the air’s baking heat; and fleeting lizards are readily available underfoot; a glowing magic sets about you. It’s a trippy mashup of 20th century nostalgia with the post-postpostmodernity of this early century.

I had very clear visions of being in town under the wing of the mountains while making this. The pool scene, downtown, and Joshua Tree, all under cover of rock.

I’m still interested in the concept of space between moments, neuro perception, and memory. The color here is an exuberant celebration of not knowing anything clearly, which itself is ironic, because it was very clearly Palm Springs on my mind.

Made for a dear friend’s desert space.

I indigo-dyed some silk dupioni, stretched it as a canvas, then painted. INSET view below.