Where he slouches, she sits straight. Bra, skirt, black heels with the red sole showing, white silk gloves still on. Her hand hangs loosely over the back of her chair holding a lit cigarette. The other holds a champagne flute, empty.
That flute is the hinge. He has a full bottle, she has an empty glass, and nothing in either painting tells you who poured for whom.
Is her rodeo over, or is she waiting on the next one? Composure at this hour reads as either dignity or the last thing a person holds onto. Who is tempting who. Neither painting settles it, which is why they hang together.
47 × 24 in · Latex, gouache, acrylic and coffee on canvas · 2026
Where he slouches, she sits straight. Bra, skirt, black heels with the red sole showing, white silk gloves still on. Her hand hangs loosely over the back of her chair holding a lit cigarette. The other holds a champagne flute, empty.
That flute is the hinge. He has a full bottle, she has an empty glass, and nothing in either painting tells you who poured for whom.
Is her rodeo over, or is she waiting on the next one? Composure at this hour reads as either dignity or the last thing a person holds onto. Who is tempting who. Neither painting settles it, which is why they hang together.
47 × 24 in · Latex, gouache, acrylic and coffee on canvas · 2026
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