“RUN” Plunders Subtle Summer Bourgeoisie Hypocrisies at the Beach
You’ve packed your sandwiches, rolled out your tropically themed beach towel on the sand, applied sun block liberally, sipped your clandestine and sour/sweet/salty margarita from your thermos, and are finally laying down to daze at the seagulls circling in the blue sky.
“I wanted to represent a normal, crowded beach-side scene where joyful people who suddenly witness a boat of immigrants in the distance,” he explains.
“They are trying to reach the shore. Some of them make it some others don’t. It is sad but it’s the daily reality.”
He plays with that normality of his figures behaviors and gestures among a privileged society, whose casual gaze out to sea at first only catches view what they must think is an athletic diver enjoying their leisure.
This is the second of two recent murals, and he has something to say in each.
“I have given a political edge to both of my recent murals,” RUN says, as he shows you a busy character who is checking his clock and going through some sort of chaotic time machine.
The artists dim view of the human race at the moment is reflected in the scene of gradual devolution. “The figure is going back to the sapiens and monkey stages,” he says, “caged in a small space, hypnotized by an electronic device.”