Juggling Pizza Dough at the Party

I’m on an island off the coast of California. Everyone I know is here. There’s a party happening in the villa. A dance floor in the sunken space in the middle of the building. Everyone is heading there. I’m walking on the outskirts of the land. L is telling me how much my face lights up when M walks in the room. We’re on the dance floor, it's very drug laden. I realise it's the honey-like stuff they’re chewing. I know M is on the balcony above, I can feel her looking at me, I don’t look at any point. I’m enjoying the music. P is in charge of it. He has a remote stuffed down his top and it keeps repeating the same song. There’s a large tv that's playing something. I notice waves crashing against one side of the completely glass walls. I have a ball of pizza dough I've been throwing in the air and catching. At some point I split some off and gave it to L.

Oil & Oil Pastel on Canvas.

Size: 92 W x 122 H cm