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The Band Gives It Lungs (I. The Base), 2025

$720.00
Acquired

This work is temporarily unavailable and will go to auction at Mainsite’s ONE Half-Century Event on March 21, 2026 at 7 PM and will be a part of the preceeding exhibition from March 13 - March 20, 2026. To purchase tickets and bid go to: https://normanarts.org/one

Oil on canvas, 12 × 24 in © 2025 J.M. Bond. 

Analytic cubist rendering of a bass player whose calm, nonchalant face contrasts with fingers that merge into the strings. Geometric planes emphasize steadiness and depth, visually translating the bass line as a grounding current.

This work is temporarily unavailable and will go to auction at Mainsite’s ONE Half-Century Event on March 21, 2026 at 7 PM and will be a part of the preceeding exhibition from March 13 - March 20, 2026. To purchase tickets and bid go to: https://normanarts.org/one

Oil on canvas, 12 × 24 in © 2025 J.M. Bond. 

Analytic cubist rendering of a bass player whose calm, nonchalant face contrasts with fingers that merge into the strings. Geometric planes emphasize steadiness and depth, visually translating the bass line as a grounding current.

This work was part of an immersive exhibition of new works in October, 2025, titled In the Company of Paintings.

Exhibition Description: 

The room breathes with rhythm only because the band gives it lungs. 

The bass player leans calm, almost bored, but his fingers fuse with the strings until the notes feel carved straight from his hand. The sax tilts back, smoke caught with the notes pouring from its bell. The piano keys burst free under a frenzy of hands, while the trumpet billows a golden swell that bends the air around it. And the singer lets her composed, unhurried voice pour across the mic.

Faces stay cool, but the music doesn’t. It fractures, swirls, collides into analytic planes of sound that make your pulse stumble, then dance.