Not to be confused with “twerk”. And what was it? The distant row of festival flags. I woke up in the middle of the night, knowing they had to be there.
This painting was inspired by an actual event I went to about 15 years ago in a city park when I lived downstate. No, I didn’t join the revelers in the mud – only because of my camera. But believe me, I did plenty of gooey mud-wallowing when I was a kid in Iowa!
Maybe someday – one of these years – when the Covid-19 crisis has been solved, there will be lots of mud festivals all over the world!