Abstract bathroom art, a photographers dream come true
“The Porcelain Muse”
They say inspiration strikes in the strangest of places. For George, a lifelong photographer with a love for the weird and wonderful, that place was the bathroom. Not just any bathroom—every bathroom.
While other photographers scouted gritty alleyways or golden-hour landscapes, George wandered into gas station restrooms, truck stop stalls, and forgotten public lavatories like they were galleries of the avant-garde.
“I’m telling you,” he’d say, pointing to a mysterious rust pattern beneath a broken hand dryer, “that’s not grime—that’s emotion.”
George called his ongoing photo series “Porcelain Dreams: A Study in Flush and Form.”
His friends mocked him at first. “You’re taking photos of toilets,” they laughed. “Who’s gonna hang that in their living room?”
But George wasn’t just pointing a lens at plumbing. He found faces in the soap scum, landscapes in the cracked tiles, existential dread in the lonely, half-used toilet paper roll dangling just out of reach. His masterpiece? A close-up of a graffiti-smeared stall wall that, when you squinted just right, looked exactly like the Mona Lisa frowning in disappointment.
One time, at a high-end art show, George submitted a piece called “The Stall of Reflection”—a mirror selfie taken in a grimy dive bar bathroom with a urinal photobomb in the corner. He framed it, black and white, dramatic lighting. The critics called it “raw,” “vulnerable,” “a post-modern critique on human fragility and public vulnerability.”
He sold it for $2,800.
Now, people book George for portraits—and insist the shoot happens in a bathroom. Preferably one with “texture.”
