title : our way of life
medium : toy tanks, bits of advertising, ink jet printed dick, jane & mother and oil on paper, wood support
dimensions : mmm… roughly 2′ x 2 1/2′

This is one of those pictures that speaks so well for itself I tend to think I ought to say very little if anything about it. I will say that the title is one of the top three sing-song refrains heard after the planes crashed on September 11, 2001.

If we shoved all of our stock answers to the back of the junk drawer where they belong and pondered long, hard and honsestly about just what it is we think is so defensible about our way of life I wonder what we’d come up with. No prompting from animatrons and/or what passes for mainstream journalism either… who died and willed us the eternal servitude of the rest of the world? I wonder.

Are you sleeping?