Oil, 24" x 24", June 2006.
In my 2007 Postsingular I have some giant aliens who look like Easter Island tiki statues (or moai). And of course they like to surf. Here’s a short passage where one of them appears to the main character Thuy:
“Thuy thought she saw a live moai peering at her over Jayjay’s shoulder—huge, cave-browed, luminous, a tiki god with a pursed mouth that was almost a smile.”
The surfin’ tikis also appear in a story I wrote with Marc Laidlaw, “The Perfect Wave.”
I copied the sky for this picture from the real sky overhead, then painted in the waves and the tiki.