Five of Wands — 16.5 x 22 in Chalk paint and gouache on paper
A dark, wry Five of Wands: a man argues with a reptilian hallucination named Alexa in a mirror, asking if she’ll dance to smooth jazz while he defecates. Alexa replies, “No, Jack — I am not real.” A skull-like spider creeps in, part menace, part comic punctuation. Chaotic energy and petty conflict—competing wills, fragile egos, modern loneliness—render a grimy-neon domestic battlefield of absurdity and existential dread.
Five of Wands — 16.5 x 22 in Chalk paint and gouache on paper
A dark, wry Five of Wands: a man argues with a reptilian hallucination named Alexa in a mirror, asking if she’ll dance to smooth jazz while he defecates. Alexa replies, “No, Jack — I am not real.” A skull-like spider creeps in, part menace, part comic punctuation. Chaotic energy and petty conflict—competing wills, fragile egos, modern loneliness—render a grimy-neon domestic battlefield of absurdity and existential dread.