Sean Fader
The Daddy of the Dunes, 2025
Archival inkjet print
101.6 x 76.2 cm
40 x 30 inches
40 x 30 inches
Edition of 3 plus 2 artist's proofs
The Daddy Desert, Federated American Globe, 500 years ago: The desert where wind learns to speak. In 1525, The Daddy—immortal seer of The Daddy Desert on the F.A.G.—foretells the rise...
The Daddy Desert, Federated American Globe, 500 years ago:
The desert where wind learns to speak.
In 1525, The Daddy—immortal seer of The Daddy Desert on the F.A.G.—foretells the rise of Orange overlords and declares that only an alliance with Planet France can save the galaxy from their corruption. A cliff‑dweller with boyish beauty, a leather codpiece, and a billowing hooded robe, he listens to the wind as if flirting with the cosmos themselves. His metallic facial jewelry glints in the sun; his eyes shimmer like mercury. When called, he is both oracle and warrior, appearing only to the pure of heart and teaching one lesson above all: be who you are—fully, loudly. He dwells within a vast leather tent at the heart of the desert; its walls painted with prophecies…His gift is creation; his curse, foresight. He hears the coming of the orange-skinned Cheezmalites—sentient overlords who infect minds through misogyny and disinformation. To prevent the coming darkness, The Daddy calls for a healed bond…a radiant exchange of art, pleasure, and rebellion.
The desert where wind learns to speak.
In 1525, The Daddy—immortal seer of The Daddy Desert on the F.A.G.—foretells the rise of Orange overlords and declares that only an alliance with Planet France can save the galaxy from their corruption. A cliff‑dweller with boyish beauty, a leather codpiece, and a billowing hooded robe, he listens to the wind as if flirting with the cosmos themselves. His metallic facial jewelry glints in the sun; his eyes shimmer like mercury. When called, he is both oracle and warrior, appearing only to the pure of heart and teaching one lesson above all: be who you are—fully, loudly. He dwells within a vast leather tent at the heart of the desert; its walls painted with prophecies…His gift is creation; his curse, foresight. He hears the coming of the orange-skinned Cheezmalites—sentient overlords who infect minds through misogyny and disinformation. To prevent the coming darkness, The Daddy calls for a healed bond…a radiant exchange of art, pleasure, and rebellion.