ASHLEY VEGAS

ASHLEY VEGAS

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.

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“SO LIKE, ARE WE GOING TO FUCK OR NOT?”

Janus’ dead eyes wrap around the poor girl and constrict her, as if pulling the words of consent from her mouth.

She can’t say no. And judging from what he’s briefly told her, she takes solace in knowing that no man or woman before her has ever had better results in restraint.

Still, the dead eyes sadden her.

Janus is an empty soul.

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“SO LIKE, ARE WE GOING TO FUCK OR NOT?”Janus’ dead eyes wrap around the poor girl and constrict her, as if pulling the words of consent from her mouth. She can’t say no. And judging from what he’s briefly told her, she takes solace in knowing that no man or woman before her has ever had better results in restraint. Still, the dead eyes sadden her. Janus is an empty soul.

At the moons highest hour, men of all different countries converge in the city of Sin only to black out on the very drinks they got themselves.

It’s only then that her heightened sense of smell awakens her lust for company and a centuries old thirst. They wake up in their hotels bleeding, believing to have injured themselves as a result of drunkenness.

Such is the life of the modern Moon Child.

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At the moons highest hour, men of all different countries converge in the city of Sin only to black out on the very drinks they got themselves. It’s only then that her heightened sense of smell awakens her lust for company and a centuries old thirst. They wake up in their hotels bleeding, believing to have injured themselves as a result of drunkenness. Such is the life of the modern Moon Child.

Smaller work, in the $10-50 range. So far, so good.

The only thing is that painting so small gives my hand some stress. Working on that.

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Jacqueline Pichardo

Smaller work, in the $10-50 range. So far, so good.The only thing is that painting so small gives my hand some stress. Working on that.