The story of this print is embarrassing. One night on my trip in 1987 to Tahiti to discover Paul Gauguin's world, I drank too much and awoke (my head is at the bottom of the print) in a hotel room in the morning when the cleaning woman in the flowered dress in the print was leaving the room. Sleeping in the bed across from me, was the person I had been dancing with earlier in the evening. He/She was sleeping with a thumb in the mouth. My pants were lying on a chest of drawers, my wallet was empty. I quickly put on my clothes and left the room and made my way to my hotel. 

For the print, I imagined what I had hoped had been in the other bed instead of what must have been a trans person. I put the little Gauguin source image on the wall above the figures. The night was a black out. The morning is remembered in the print. I swore "Never Again."