Orangeland: I ain't a-buyin yer cigarettes Painting

A rusted landscaping pickup truck and trailer pull into the Circle K. A cachectic woman wearing jean shorts and a tatered black t-shirt emerges, spits on the ground and heads for the door. She turns abruptly and shouts at the driver, "Kevin, git yer ass in here! I ain't a-buyin' yer cigarettes!" Orangeland is a metaphor for the Florida that is not advertised in travel brochures or experienced by tourists visiting attractions, beaches and theme parks. It represents the Florida of the exploited and their exploiters, the Florida of human predators and prey. Orangeland examines the situations of the desperate, con-artists, feeble-minded, and elderly as they attempt to navigate the merciless backwaters of a peninsula that lures the gullible with the promise of a sunny, carefree, tropical paradise.