One snake in a field of black wears a cloak of opera pink.
Everything else is the same carved stamp in black on a white ground, the paint cracking and starving and pooling depending on how it went down. Then one, printed in pink over black, unmistakable.
The title asks the harder half of the question. The cloak is easy to spot. The daggers are not. Which of these are carrying one? The pink, for standing out? The black ones, for being a crowd?
All of them, probably.
20 × 16 in · Latex, gouache and coffee on canvas · 2026
One snake in a field of black wears a cloak of opera pink.
Everything else is the same carved stamp in black on a white ground, the paint cracking and starving and pooling depending on how it went down. Then one, printed in pink over black, unmistakable.
The title asks the harder half of the question. The cloak is easy to spot. The daggers are not. Which of these are carrying one? The pink, for standing out? The black ones, for being a crowd?
All of them, probably.
20 × 16 in · Latex, gouache and coffee on canvas · 2026
