It came to me at 3:30 in the morning. The word I have been looking for, that hold everything. The word that holds up my new series of Graffiti. Graffiti on large panels with silver leaf. weeks of work in preparing the art, laying the fragile leaves of silver, covering everything with epoxy resin. The look that represents the finer things in life: the riches,the one %. Combined with the rawness of the street.
The word is TOAST.
1. Toast one of the most undervalued simple things in life. Toast, warm. Bread. Survival.Eat.
2. Toast politics, washington, politician scrambling, economic turmoil everywhere. Systems are now, well: TOAST. Enough.