A tower of stretcher bars at one69A, then two days of stretching the sewn fabric over them. The finished pieces are long wedges, the pattern folding over the edges so they read as objects rather than pictures.
The studio is standing room only: canvases on the sofa, on the fridge, against every wall, the disco ball watching over all of it.
Tomorrow the last street install. Then everything moves to the Palace.
Part of The Palace Is a Refuge.