The Ecstasy of Decay (Who can be ringing your doorbell at 2AM Herb?)
This painting raises a few legitimate questions. Like:
If it's 2am, why is it still light in the Australian desert?
Why is Dagwood having breakfast with his neighbour at 2am?
If Herb is cooking eggs, are they free range?
I don't have any answers sorry, but the background landscape came from a vivid dream I had
where I was wandering around a deserted town at sunset, overcome with pure ecstasy.
To me there is ecstasy in decay and emptiness, and the most beautiful towns are crumbling ones. When people vacate a town, it crumbles, leaving a great peace. Maybe when ideas and thoughts crumble, a great peace arrives also.
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