Once I was eating hotdogs with white bread and crystal hot sauce sitting on the trunk of a Saturn in the middle of nowhere in Texas with my friend Shane. Kind of like this painting.
Smoking cigarettes under the pier. Sand and grass and plaster of Paris and spray paint. I want it to look like the underside of every myrtle beach-esque town I've ever been to. Starfish and shirtless teens on meth, old hotels and ash covered sand, misspelled curse words and declarations of undying teenage love written in spray paint.
I added plaster of Paris to mimic an old decrepit wall with graffiti on it. Meant to reference previous attempts at colonization. New explorers ready to repeat history, like Jurassic Park 3. And I'm adding bamboo poles in the water as a type of fence/warning/dock type thing. The purpose of vague references is to add another layer of depth to the composition both literal and nostalgic. Memories are abstracted through time.