A late seventies Cadillac with rust coming through in places, parked high in the hills above Los Angeles. Constellations overhead. Two palm trees cut flat and yellow against a crescent moon. The Hollywood sign small in the distance.
He is in cowboy boots with a lit Lucky Strike. She is flirting with him using her foot. Between his legs, a can of the champagne of beers. Her flute is full of the same thing.
That is the joke and it is also the ache. Rodeo Drive is somewhere down that hill, and so is whatever rodeo they came from earlier. Beside her sits a Hermès bag worth more than the car it is riding in.
On a billboard below, Urban Cowboy. A movie shot in Houston about a man playing at being something. Everybody up here is a long way from where they started, and nobody looks in a hurry to head back.
48 × 36 in · Latex, oil stick, gouache, acrylic and coffee on canvas · 2026
A late seventies Cadillac with rust coming through in places, parked high in the hills above Los Angeles. Constellations overhead. Two palm trees cut flat and yellow against a crescent moon. The Hollywood sign small in the distance.
He is in cowboy boots with a lit Lucky Strike. She is flirting with him using her foot. Between his legs, a can of the champagne of beers. Her flute is full of the same thing.
That is the joke and it is also the ache. Rodeo Drive is somewhere down that hill, and so is whatever rodeo they came from earlier. Beside her sits a Hermès bag worth more than the car it is riding in.
On a billboard below, Urban Cowboy. A movie shot in Houston about a man playing at being something. Everybody up here is a long way from where they started, and nobody looks in a hurry to head back.
48 × 36 in · Latex, oil stick, gouache, acrylic and coffee on canvas · 2026
