Wherever U R There U Go, slat board, found Boston Celtics basketball jersey via Billy Taylor Park, staples, sore inner-thigh muscle, little guilt, 7.333232323232″ tall more or less, 2012

backside revealed

 

360 dunk in your face. Tough guys and gals, hot and humid on the mid-day basketball court, strut their stuff. They take off their sports paraphernalia letting their glistening bodies shine: shirts vs. skins vs. lost and found. They become soooo pumped and hyped that their gear is displaced from mind-sight. The next morning, I rebound sloppy shots, no-look layups and still-sweaty shirts from off the ground or atop the chain-linked fence. Some guilt sets in; nonetheless, off the court and off to the studio.

Wherever U R There U Go | 2012 | painting, still-life