The end of a long night, pointed at the sunrise, crossing Sunset to get there. The car does most of the talking. Patina, weathered stickers for Gilley's, Post Rodeo and the Rolling Stones, and an Eldorado badge worn down to Eldo.
A woman pours the last of the champagne out over the side. Whatever their rodeo was, that is the end of it. A seedy motel on the left with a few figures out front. A man on a bike on the right, under the street sign.
In the back seat, luxury shopping bags and a French bulldog looking dead at us. Frightened, frazzled, hard to say. He is the only one in the painting facing our direction, and he has plainly seen some things.
The driver catches us in the rearview. The plate reads BAWSS. Where to, bawss?
30 × 58 in · Latex, oil pastel, acrylic, bleach and coffee on paper mounted to cradled wooden panel · 2026
The end of a long night, pointed at the sunrise, crossing Sunset to get there. The car does most of the talking. Patina, weathered stickers for Gilley's, Post Rodeo and the Rolling Stones, and an Eldorado badge worn down to Eldo.
A woman pours the last of the champagne out over the side. Whatever their rodeo was, that is the end of it. A seedy motel on the left with a few figures out front. A man on a bike on the right, under the street sign.
In the back seat, luxury shopping bags and a French bulldog looking dead at us. Frightened, frazzled, hard to say. He is the only one in the painting facing our direction, and he has plainly seen some things.
The driver catches us in the rearview. The plate reads BAWSS. Where to, bawss?
30 × 58 in · Latex, oil pastel, acrylic, bleach and coffee on paper mounted to cradled wooden panel · 2026
