▪️Backstreets of the Reeperbahn, basement of some rundown karaoke bar. You’ve been here before. You’re staring at that broken tile again, the one hanging precariously on the wall, sign of the decay that seems to follow you wherever you go. Reeperbahn — stag parties and bright lights, a place for tourists who don’t know any better. But you do. You knew what you were getting into, didn’t you? So how did you end up here, in this vacuum of bad acoustics and empty glasses? And where is everyone now, those familiar faces that were just here, that you swore you recognized? Gone, all of them, swallowed up by the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts and that damned tile.
 
 
DOWNSTAIRS 
Acrylic on cradled panel  
30x30cm
 
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