Acrylic on a scrap of vinyl shower curtain mounted on canvas painted with acrylic, framed by the artist, 36 x 24 inches.
This is my only piece ever accepted for a professional-level show and I made it as a joke, a satire on the Contemporary Movement. Man was I pi**ed. Talk about an "unresolved image of fragmentation"! Sure, it's poignant but it conveys no thoughts whatever on a larger view or what to do about this kind of situation. What is the point? Philosophically it's crap.