My first humble offering to the surf, a cautionary tale with its pants down ; this painting also represents the recovery of lost analog data. Some years ago (6 or 7?), this image was born in black ink on bond paper, scanned, printed on at least one t-shirt, then was –utterly lost– in the chaotic shuffle of my last five years on this planet. I had actually forgotten all about it but a most encouraging friend of mine kept reminding me of it. When he declared that no copy or original could be located among his filings he campaigned for it’s reincarnation. There it is. I think it speaks with a visual clarity and uses the (pOsT) modern vernacular rather discretely.

xo r.e.m.