Enter a world where behind every suburban front door is a licentious bacchanal. Whether it’s ramheaded, alcoholic, paperpushers; hand puppet sex parties; or Hokusai’s insatiable octopus (who turns out, knows a thing or two about the saxophone), Cuneo renders each intimate tableaux with delightfully feverish pen strokes and delicate watercolors. Effortlessly combining the fantastical and the grotesque, with bulbous heads, dapper cats, muses depicted as gargantuan women, and a multitude of sex acts invented for the occasion. A pearlclutching, monoclepopping, kneeslapping graphic revelation.
