I sketched Sun Ra on the iPad and then put him in a burning desert landscape. It suits him very well. He used to wear a lot of remarkable headgear as a signifier of his special status as an other-wordly being. Naturally the best of all these was this pharoah number. He’s surrounded by scribbles that look like nonsense but are genuine bits of salvage from my work diaries. Work. So called.
Printed on heavy 315gsm etching paper. Open edition. Signed by me.
