This work was included in a show curated by my friend Joe Bradley entitled "Peanut Gallery" at the Journal Gallery in Brooklyn in 2008. The is the inside gatefold image of the great Bitches Brew Miles Davis record, one of my most favorite albums of all time by one of my favorite artists. In the same manner that Davis is able to wrangle jazz, rock, and general transcendence into this wonderful, wild, yet astute and smart music, I hope that I can transcend genre and figure with my own work, that I hope ultimately breaks into a sort of abstraction, which I hope is sort of happening here in his hair and body, a transcendent soul that helps to end the narrative in this contextual construct of the Finale (Last Judgment) wall, where Blue Jesus looks up to Miles, who although looking devilish, is well placed in Heaven. He is rumored that he was bisexual in his real life, and perhaps died of an AIDS-related illness. Whether this is true or not, I love that, like Picasso, he was able to change his work and style throughout his life, always pushing himself to be the best and never repetitive, that he challenged himself and his audience with his sublime music that helped to change music, and fought his whole life for his agency and right to be the artist and man he wanted to be and won.