A detail from Attila Richard Lukacs's wall-long history of Pony Boi's late-1990s adventures in NYC's Meat Packing District, currently on display at the manly BLAH Gallery.
When Attila burst onto the scene in the mid-1980s, his detractors pointed out that "He can't paint hands!" My feeling was that he was too busy doing other things, too busy with other aspects of the painting.
I know I was young then (I'm born the same year as Attila), but I knew that what you choose not to do, or be "good at", or whatever, is a decision -- and besides, the hand up top looks almost as exquisite (to me) as a Warhol shoe.
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