Acrylic on canvas in wooden frame.
42 x 32 x 4cm
My late cat pooped in his tray and now I’m thinking about how empires crumble.
Pigments, their use as a status symbol and the role in colonialism.
John Cage’s discarded irises.
A year from Monday.
Tchaikovsky cropped to Acker.
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