incubator

paradise, a reverie which every human beings wandering brain deals with from time to time. a land of eternal beauty in which the ideal dream state pauses and allows for a complete and utter saturation of the ambience within these intangible landscapes. many humanoids look to the fertile lands of the san luis obispo global region and in their minds cultivate this reality into a metaphorical representation of paradise. recently, these pleasant climates that build a euphoric reputation have been thrust into an incubative state, building up an incredibly boisterous war machine of heat, unleashing day after day until it has completely obliterated any sort of hint alluding to an idea of fall. this heat will not allow for any crisp, this heat will not stand down to any brisk, this heat laughs at the paradise trapped inside a parched desert wanderers thoughtbox. paradise no more, san luis obispo is sweating. and so am i.

parched

reclining nude, dana schutz 2002
oil on canvas 122 x 152 cm