Warning : Language. ( Not mine )
This is a bit of a pic I made a few tears ( I'll leave that ) years ago after a convo with Michelle, one of the waitresses downstairs.
She was sitting on the bottom step, smoking furiously. I said, What's up ?
Fucking Jamil ( the owner ) grounded me.
Why ? What happened ?
This asshole who keeps coming in for his "business lunches" tried to tell me I got the order wrong - I didn't ( she didn't ) so I told him where to shove it.
The exchange went :
"Excuse me, this isn't what I ordered."
( Michelle ) : "Pardon ? Do I look like I give a fuck ?" It didn't go down with the guy's dining companions so Jamil was summoned & Michelle ended up on the steps out back.
I made this painting out of it, but there's a few things that might help unravel how and why I did it the way I did.
First I painted the scene from inside the restaurant - pretty much the view in my banner, above.
Then I painted the word "restaurant" backwards, over the bottom.
After that I painted a Cameraigal man with a fishing spear out front - you might make out the headland behind him.
Then turned the canvas around and put Michelle & the jerk into the picture.
After that I went crazy with copies of aboriginal rock engravings from around here, plus a stealth-bomber plan and a klein bottle.
I forget what happened after that - there's a few more views here. I was supposed to be illustrating a book at the time - what can you do ?
Sorry about the blurry in this last right-side-up overview, & missing a bit at the bottom, but you get the picture.
There. The bottom bit. That wasn't so hard, was it, Kim ? No, ok.
The next one was much more specific :
( Basra ) - Please let me know if you'd like to see more of what goes on inside this second-hand cranium, won't you ?