Oil on Canvas

Today while visiting the Dali exhibit at LACMA, I was inspired by one of his miniature pieces titled: “Brothel” to do something similar in concept, though bit more elaborate titled: “Craig Hotel.” I would need a large canvas to meticulously detail voyeuristic look inside this particular hotel where singles meet for what one would expect the outcome is: ‘happily ever after.’

The lobby would lead to a full bar serving shots of confidence, and sex appeal. These intended to dissipate the self-doubts of not measuring up. The lighting would be dim, coupled with the liquor and sexy rhythms, to foster an ambiance of fantasy and hedonism.
Couples in pose of laughter are seated at the bar, their eyes reflecting curiosity blended with a silent internal plead: “please like me - I crave to feel human touch!”
Obviously, a giant clock would be conspicuous, omen of the biological time clock ticking away. There is also an ATM machine in case your date is in need of roses, as well as a roulette table, where one can play high stake games.

The adjacent women’s restroom would feature a powder room where some women reapply face powder in vain effort to camouflage the inexorable passage of time, or any glaring flaws.
For other women, an extra dash of fancy perfume is sprayed in an effort to adorn themselves and downplay the despairing loneliness, bitterness, or perhaps avarice reverberating just beneath the surface.
Others, check their impeccable white teeth reflected in the mirror, the veneers perfectly covering the sharp fangs, those used to suck blood, life, and money.
One woman inserts a hand in her bra to readjust an errant nipple pointing south, encased in her industrial type full body girdle, the one that promised to make her look 2 sizes slimmer. Another woman admires her figure on the mirror, loving the way the Victoria’s Secret padded bra fills her sweater, postponing the awkward moment when her date will try to feel her up and encounter the gel-filled cutlets padding the brassiere (perhaps he will be too drunk to care).

Before we join the lovers upstairs, let’s proceed to the exterior of this hotel. There is a man inside his parked car removing a ring from his left hand. The lake which this hotel faces, is covered with a thin sheet of ice, too precarious to walk on; just one false move and one could fall into the deep clutches of torment and misery. On a corner of this canvas, one can make out two female dogs fighting over a bone (prize).

As to the windows looking into the lovers enjoying their tryst?
Well, just use your imagination! There is no more space on this page to depict the various sexual games, positions, and depravities two people can play - in the relentless pursuit of love.