Treasurer

A hulking figure, rendered with the cool assurance of cartoon clarity, cradles a glossy red piggy bank as if it were both trophy and confession—its slick sheen the only true highlight in an otherwise muted, industrial world. The skin is overlaid with newspaper text, turning the body into a living bulletin where private flesh is colonized by public narrative, rumor, and commerce. Behind him, the faceless bulk of trash bags reads like the residue of consumption, while the constrained palette of greens, blacks, and bruise-like grays sharpens the work’s uneasy humor into a critique of how value is hoarded, displayed, and ultimately discarded.