And then, without warning, an eye opens. It peers out at us from somewhere deep in a soup of color. Then another. Then a mouth. Then a contour emerges from the shadows and soon we find the heads have returned, floating free of bodies, like somber gods. They rise to the surface, as if they’d finally been released from a deep sleep at the bottom of the deep ocean. They’re here, among us, and you can’t take your eyes off them.
Courtesy of the artist, Perrotin, and Mitchell-Innes Nash, New York
Photo by Stan Narten, © Eddie Martinez