Details from my large-scale painting, ‘Original Sin’, on display at this year’s Burning Man.
The pretty people saw a symbol in a shitbox where they shat
default dreams and nightmare glory, shameful songs and obscene stories
into the mausoleum of memories we keep forgetting to forget;
and still it stands upon the dusty plain, like an abscess in God’s brain;
dare you take a shit there?
here come the cavalry