This is an old crackly painting, had a puncture which I taped and painted over. This original was pretty cool in itself and I had mixed emotions about screwing around with it. But it was so full of nonsensical elements - pianist, bullfight, dancer, little shack - that I couldn't resist in constructing my own nonsensical narrative. Text says, 'In Antarctica, Rita Danced with Death to Keep Warm!' The music at the piano is replaced with a line from a poem which says, 'Snow, blessed snow, comes out of the sky like bleached flies.' Much of this painting is dark(flash lightens it up), and it reminded me of a day in the winter when the whiteness of the snow made everything else look so dark. Then I thought of this guy in Antarctica at McMurdo Station who emailed last fall and has been stuck down there for months - I think, haven't communicated for months, he might have gone off his rocker. He was already predisposed to insanity if he was fixating on my art. Anyway, so I stuck this whole scene down in the Antarctic with a penguin of death and gave the senorita frostbite, her nose will fall off any time.
posted by Eddie 10/05/2002 05:42:12 PM
