Here’s another work by my cousin, Ben Checkley. I got drunk with him at a pub in Melbourne and we talked for hours about the different ways we approach our respective arts. He said that the beauty of art is that it doesn’t have to make sense, it can be whatever you want it to be. I like that. We aren’t drawn to dry, sensible things as much as we are drawn to things that simply intrigue us. For whatever reason, this smiling pig does just that.
He gave me this painting, so it holds a lot of sentimental value. It’s hanging on my wall, and it reminds my meticulous side to relax and create music that feels right.
