The Moon Is In The Gutter

The Moon Is In The Gutter

2002 oil on canvas 58 x 96 inches

European cityscapes run together into an endless gag-reel of architecture dividing the ethereal and the corporeal. This severance is broodingly depicted in The Moon is in the Gutter wherein our lunatic becomes a vedutisa with a decidedly nether point of view. His circadian rhythm maligned by a truncated playbill of time zones and lodgings results in an ecclesiastical morass whose only companion is the constant phases of the moon. The cyclic waxing and waning is raised to such a level of venery as to not even be gazed upon directly, but be viewed in reflection. Whether decrial or decrescent, treasured in the moon is everything wasted on this earth: misspent time and wealth, broken vows, unanswered prayers, fruitless tears and unfilled desires.

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