I’m taking it on faith that a Savers price tag is a valid indicator of which end is up. Because otherwise, I’m totally at a loss. Because giant clouds of meat drifting through the sky over a red earth, the sun rolling around beneath them like a cosmogenic dung beetle’s prize, are difficult to scan for directionality.
Presumably the artist at some point got really angry with this painting and started to deface it with a broad brush coated with gray primer. Then his wife dashed in, grabbed his hand, and said, “Stop! This beauty must be preserved for future generations!” And then he sighed, and said, “no…no, you’re right. Damn my perfectionist curse.” And then went on to paint “Bacon Strips Eclipsing the Crab Nebula” or some other masterwork.
This painting really does capture a few fleeting moments from my youth, really dredging up the golden nostalgia of looking out the window and watching the steaks drift in on the wind from over Lake Pontchartrain on those warm, fragrant spring nights. Thank you, artist, thank you.
Thrift Town on Stassney and Manchacha, Austin