So, this happened.
Thanks to my very dear friend Michael Tole, who also happens to be a serious Artist with a capital A, this is my new view upon waking and falling asleep. I love it. Love is not the word.
This beast is 5 feet by 4 feet of vertiginous, riotous wonder. I generally like my art kind of dark and miserable, and this is most certainly not.
And yes, I only have one foot. What of it?
This is the official photo of the painting from the gallery, so you can see it without distortion.
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I’m mesmerized. How do you sleep? I’d stare at it all night until I figured out what it is exactly…
Oh, I do know what it is! There’s a Russian store at the Galleria where they sell Fabergé eggs, and this is a distorted photo of the display case… rendered as a super-sized, photorealistic oil painting. Even so, I do constantly wonder what the horizontal orange thing with the cable running out of it is.
And on a more abstract note, sometimes I wake up thinking of the chambers of the heart, or a novel by Michel Faber, or the sled accident in Ethan Frome.
I am not very often amazed by the work of contemporary artists, but I am with his. Lucky me that we are friends as well!