Liquidity Injection
A syringe hung over a folded fan of dollars on wet green — the injection as a still life, no doctor in the room.
A clear syringe, plunger up, hangs over a dollar folded into a fan — the kind of fold that makes a note look like a burst or a dressing. The ground is wet green, worked until it reads as money and as flesh at the same time. Nothing else is on the canvas.
The title does the naming the objects have already done. Liquidity is the fan; injection is the needle; the joke is that they are already attached. No hand, no vein, no institution in the frame — only the instrument and the cash, waiting to be the same gesture.