Lingering Changing Room Audience

I was in a mall, on my way to play football, but I needed to get changed first. I had to message them to let them know I would be late. The text message couldn’t contain words; instead, it was made of pictures arranged in a zigzagging 3x however many grid with dotted arrows indicating the flow of the message. 

I went to the changing room with my clothes. Three friends were standing against the wall in front of a narrow table where their champagne rested, in a purplish-red room. The attendant was telling them to leave. I said it was fine, they could just look the other way, but the attendant insisted they had to go. I got changed and rushed out.

Oil & Oil Pastel on Canvas.

Size: 92 W x 122 H cm