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Last Pour, 2025

$880.00
Acquired

This work is temporarily unavailable and will go to auction at Allied Art’s ARTini 2026 on Saturday, May 2, at 7:00 PM. To purchase tickets and bid go to: https://www.artiniokc.com/

Oil on canvas (diptych), 12 × 16 in each canvas, 12 × 32 total; © 2025 J.M. Bond.  

Overhead bottle and hand poised at the rim of a bar; the first stream of liquor begins to fall. A cool green field and sharp verticals flow out of frame. In a secondary piece, a martini glass receives a steady stream from above while a second hand rests on the table edge.

This work is temporarily unavailable and will go to auction at Allied Art’s ARTini 2026 on Saturday, May 2, at 7:00 PM. To purchase tickets and bid go to: https://www.artiniokc.com/

Oil on canvas (diptych), 12 × 16 in each canvas, 12 × 32 total; © 2025 J.M. Bond.  

Overhead bottle and hand poised at the rim of a bar; the first stream of liquor begins to fall. A cool green field and sharp verticals flow out of frame. In a secondary piece, a martini glass receives a steady stream from above while a second hand rests on the table edge.

This work will go to auction at Allied Art’s ARTini 2026 on Saturday, May 2, at 7:00 PM. This work was originally part of an immersive exhibition of new works in October, 2025, titled In the Company of Paintings.

Exhibition Description: 

She leans against the bar in vermillion, shoulder bare, eyes catching yours like they’ve caught a hundred others. As you’ve had a few glasses, the room tilts around her. Cocktails are lined up, poured, clinked, spilled, broken. Glasses seem to multiply and fracture in the air, a lemon twist coils into a coupe; the same glass, half-drained, carries more lipstick than champagne.

At first the scene is orderly, but the longer you stand in the bar’s orbit, the looser it all becomes. Time folds and the bar breathes like a machine of desire: drinks flowing, details dissolving, cheers erupting, a speech stumbling, laughter spilling across the room like liquor over tile.

By last call, the bar is chaos. She remains sharp in the blur—the only detail that doesn’t dissolve.