acrylic and oil stick on canvas
192.5 x 193.5 cm
we steal from one rhizome to aid the next, whether that be being late on a water bill to help feed your family sufficiently or stealing truth with a white lie to minimise your partner's worry. a boisterous briefcase chalked in red, nods to the child-like image branded into our imaginations at a young age of criminal robbing money from a bank; the fetal idea of theft. rectangular blocks of currency fly into the corner of the canvas blurred out and faceless. an angel, stealing.