Black and silver. A ratty London theater— steamy, sweaty, sparkly, sticky, stinky, slinky, slippery—the musical hall dies slowly and sadly, as do all things once brilliant. Backstage, a dancer lugs her worn-out, cellulitic self up the steps and onto the stage, where she will slowly and sadly perform a worn-out routine to a worn-out audience. Noir and Silver is one in a series of oil bar painted drawings I call Noir: moments captured (swiped) from old black-and-white movies. Original painting: Oil bar on canvas.