Rip open a tattered matchbox and what might you find inside? Jason Limon answers with a playful trompe-l’œil conceit: vintage illustrations and mid-century advertisements turn out to be a thin veneer, peeled back to reveal a vast three-dimensional world populated by skeletons. The San Antonio painter has long worked with bony figures stripped of identity — anonymous stand-ins rather than memento mori — and these newest acrylic-and-oil works push the cheekiness further, using one of art’s most universal symbols to conjure something genuinely uncanny.
