Old art! Oh sketches for paintings done digitally when that seemed innovative! Oh girl I was in college! Oh girl I still am today! Oh the 90’s, the Panopticon, Foucault, and the Dostoevsky scholar I lived with in Cambridge!

Topiaries grazing on the eye-rays of order.This is a mocking picture, as it suggests that animals-as-plants are a good analog for spaces acting as preserves for fun or nature. What’s missing, and what is thereby pointed at, is the wild. Preserving wildlife (gorillas in zoos, humans in theme parks) is a contradictory enterprise.

A place as much as a picture, this image at once conveys the sensation of stopping for a view and being the object of such a view. The lines of perspective, bending inward and overhead, sink you into your coordinates while they emphasize the grid of lookers-on. It’s a panopticon with shrubbery.

Everything at its zenith.This picture aims to catch, or maybe define, a moment which is at once an instant (the instant before everything’s done for) and total, timeless. The timelessness it espouses is not that of a religion’s eternity but of apocalypse: here is the feeling that knocks the world out cold.

The blankness of her underwear is the erotic opponent to the clinging encroaching ribbons and fussilades of bourgeois decor, whose ‘pretty’ tendrils reach out for every empty space, quiet time, and naked form. This picture asks what we are wearing, inside, outside, everywhere; and it asks: does what we’ve put on compare to the suggestiveness of what has no branding or pattern but only a good fit.

I wear my fur coat as a bathrobe too.