I sincerely believe everything would be a little better with a bit of listening
91.4cm (W) x 121.9cm (H) x 3.9cm (D)
Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
this work is apart of a series for an exhibition in 2022 called “Boys Boys Boys” at floating goose studios. This piece is named after the first line of a poem. “I sincerely believe everything would be a little better with a little listening. Some wine and Christmas cards with cute little phrases in them that rhyme beside the tv, that you refuse to read. Silly silly. Your little personal worlds so dark through no fault of your own, and I hate the idea of you sitting around alone being eaten alive by mosquitoes wishing the thoughts would go. I worry about your dignity, you’ve been such a good friend to me and I, hardly. Whatever effort we can make to slow down time we’ll try. I’m full of faith, the kind not too deep inside, that it’ll all be fine. “
91.4cm (W) x 121.9cm (H) x 3.9cm (D)
Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
this work is apart of a series for an exhibition in 2022 called “Boys Boys Boys” at floating goose studios. This piece is named after the first line of a poem. “I sincerely believe everything would be a little better with a little listening. Some wine and Christmas cards with cute little phrases in them that rhyme beside the tv, that you refuse to read. Silly silly. Your little personal worlds so dark through no fault of your own, and I hate the idea of you sitting around alone being eaten alive by mosquitoes wishing the thoughts would go. I worry about your dignity, you’ve been such a good friend to me and I, hardly. Whatever effort we can make to slow down time we’ll try. I’m full of faith, the kind not too deep inside, that it’ll all be fine. “
91.4cm (W) x 121.9cm (H) x 3.9cm (D)
Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
this work is apart of a series for an exhibition in 2022 called “Boys Boys Boys” at floating goose studios. This piece is named after the first line of a poem. “I sincerely believe everything would be a little better with a little listening. Some wine and Christmas cards with cute little phrases in them that rhyme beside the tv, that you refuse to read. Silly silly. Your little personal worlds so dark through no fault of your own, and I hate the idea of you sitting around alone being eaten alive by mosquitoes wishing the thoughts would go. I worry about your dignity, you’ve been such a good friend to me and I, hardly. Whatever effort we can make to slow down time we’ll try. I’m full of faith, the kind not too deep inside, that it’ll all be fine. “