Entrance is under an old, giant pair of pudding stained trousers. The pants and the walls smell of unwashed armpits. Small slabs of green jell-o sit inside. The title card label is pasted to beige rubber.
An Exhibition of Pride and Wandering Lust That Has Lost Its Luster and Crawled Into the Belly to Die
Oil on Canvas, 48 x 36, 2001
