I am haunted by the Four Digit Number, hoping...

Some people say they found her on the dance floor, lover by her side and a martini in her hand. Nobody from the Vegas of the past remains to tell us who she used to be, but for now they call her Ashley Vegas.

I'm mildly wild, esoteric, and hopelessly in love with the chase of the night.

Painting is my way of making the world just a little more surreal, divine, and hyperreal. When I paint, I want others to remember passionate memories and hidden secrets of dance floors the world over. And when my pieces go to new homes, it's my hope that my memories go along with it and inspire others to live life just a little more glamorously.

Miami, Ibiza, Vegas, New York.
Put your drinks up.

I am haunted by the Four Digit Number, hoping somehow that it’s not true. That it doesn’t mean anything. I hallucinate of it sometimes before I sleep. The people of Paradise are so odd—they created a number to symbolize hedonism and a freedom from societal constructs. To them, it’s the easiest path to happiness. He never mentioned the knifed canvas, but we both knew it was me. If he ever does, I’d tell him it was Ana and the Four Digit Number that made me do it. He’d never be able to argue with that.
-Erica

I am haunted by the Four Digit Number, hoping somehow that it’s not true. That it doesn’t mean anything.

I hallucinate of it sometimes before I sleep. The people of Paradise are so odd—they created a number to symbolize hedonism and a freedom from societal constructs. To them, it’s the easiest path to happiness.

He never mentioned the knifed canvas, but we both knew it was me. If he ever does, I’d tell him it was Ana and the Four Digit Number that made me do it.

He’d never be able to argue with that.

-Erica

Timestamp: Wednesday 2010/10/27 20:31:00

ASHLEY VEGAS

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