A blue backdrop becomes a stage for a pair of crimson monkeys. Limbs stretched, mid-gesture, caught somewhere between dancing and fighting. Below, a cluster of stark black and white faces and symbols, elongated profiles, bird , a skull, and a cocooned self embrace, form a fragmented narrative that is meant to feel both ancient and contemporary. Hand painted, All Monkeys Die wears like a graphic novel tacked onto cloth. It’s the drama of life
