I thought he might be dead. He was laying motionless on this beach covered in big tar balls. My eyes burned. About 30 minutes after I set up and started painting, trucks rolled up with sirens, and this little guy was taken away. As soon as they went to get him, he started moving. I was glad to see he wasn’t dead. But either way it was disturbing as he may have poisoned or ill and being taken away to hopefully recover… or he was just having a good deep sleep and got arrested for it. Behind me just down the beach a model showed up with a camera crew and began posing for photos in various states of nipply outfits trying her best to pretend they weren’t so nipply, and I just couldn’t wrap my head around the tragedy of the absurd that was taking place beneath the watching eye of our collective thirst for petrochemicals.
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