There is no one left.
Precision sword works.
Cars are so convenient.
America where cars have fins and women where white gloves with hair the size of a beehive.
When you have nothing you wait for what little there is in line with all the others.
This painting inspired by a photo I took in Hong Kong in a part of the city called central. The use of parts of photos is common in my work. Whether it be a face, inspiration or a hand.
The level of self righteous delusion is embraced and promoted in the dream. The imagination is nothing but the mundane that is repetitive blasted by corporation of culture producers. The question asked who is relying driving the car.