Caught this painting (caught? Do you catch a paining like you catch a movie, though NEITHER MOVE OR RUN?) at the Pasadena contemporary art museum last week — it’s massive, by Constance Mallinson, and contains SO MUCH GORGEOUS TRASH and I can’t stop looking at it:

I feel like the more I look at it, the closer I am to understanding something? PERHAPS THAT I MYSELF AM TRASH?

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