At once playful and plaintive, the ascendant painter’s cartoonish rendition of a tennis match gone awry captures a scenic snapshot of sun-soaked surrealism. Here, we ask an artist to frame the essential details behind one of their latest works.
An interesting feature that’s not immediately noticeable: Maybe the lack of tennis being played—no tennis ball in sight. I like the idea of them getting all dressed up to smoke a Marlboro Gold in a semi-surreal, pale green tennis court landscape. I stay in a realm of cartoon-ized imagery that exists in between reality and fantasy—kind of the strangeness of a manufactured idyllic life somewhere between Alex Katz and Norman Rockwell.
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