May 5, 2010. 4 cigars and 4 men on 12 tiles. I walked into the subway tunnel and there they were. Who could pass them by? Four faces and cigars in unity and opposition, defined as much by the light as by the shadow, unable to exist one without the other. The images immediately bring to mind the fat cat financier, the architect of our doom by back-room dealing. The boss-like demeanor is accentuated by the cigar, almost now an emblem of dirty dealing.Thursday, May 6, 2010
4 CIGARS
May 5, 2010. 4 cigars and 4 men on 12 tiles. I walked into the subway tunnel and there they were. Who could pass them by? Four faces and cigars in unity and opposition, defined as much by the light as by the shadow, unable to exist one without the other. The images immediately bring to mind the fat cat financier, the architect of our doom by back-room dealing. The boss-like demeanor is accentuated by the cigar, almost now an emblem of dirty dealing.
