When I was in college I spent a few months studying Blake manuscripts as a reader in the British Museum. The other patrons looked as if they'd been in the place for centuries, practically mummified, yet when I'd leave the room, I'd find smutty notes left awaiting my return. "I dream of your white breasts..." Furious, I'd glare from desk to desk hoping to spot the culprit but every ancient eye was down; all were seemingly absorbed in scholarship.
This is one of a series of ongoing paintings about libraries. Punk girls hanging out in the stacks, homeless men bathing in the washroom, risqué librarians showing a little leg.