In my exhibition pick on artist Michael Meads, I examine his vision of New Orleans: a world of sex, death, and religion. This small piece focuses on his large-scale pencil and charcoal drawings that depict both a seedy rawness and the intimacy of strangers in places that facilitate debauchery. The spectacle of a modern, queer pietà. In other words: is this what it means to party? And where can we find our salvation?
Exhibition Pick: Michael Meads
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