AN ODE TO INTOXICATION

At a market I overheard a conversation - a girl, probably mid-20s, soft and shalala and with a cute voice, crop top and little skirt and all that, you know, “adorable,” and of course selling self-assembled hippie jewelry, ugh. She said that this place was good because it had good drinks, ones without alcohol… I had to giggle and thought, fuck, with this softie generation we’re screwed…

This painting is for a generation paddling in shallow water, afraid to dive. Say what you want - but what’s the point of youth if you don’t burn a little? If you don’t overdo it, lose control, make noise, push past the line just to see what’s on the other side?

Let the wellness warriors clutch their green juices - I couldn’t care less. My body isn’t a temple. It’s a playground. And intoxication? It’s fucking beautiful.

Nothing beats those nights at Tonel beach - wine bottle in hand, salt in the air, conversations that go nowhere and everywhere, laughter that gets louder as the bottle gets lighter, messy affection, blurred edges, real moments.

I’ll take that over “mindful hydration” any day.

I’m with Bukowski on this: Drinking isn’t escape - it’s expansion. Two lives instead of one. And I deeply believe I would be a much better person if I were constantly slightly drunk,

So yeah! Pass me the fucking vinho. Amen.

This painting is available as a high-quality fine art print on premium paper or canvas in multiple sizes. You can also wear the artwork as a printed design on a shirt or sweater.