Waiting for my Date

Wine snobs at the Wannsee Golf Club. A man chasing recognition through Senator Lounges and watch collections. A woman pondering OnlyFans. Berlin's ladder-climbers, painted as cartoon antiheroes who almost get the joke — but not quite. Boring Vine since 1988 is JonXs's running satire of the city's polite striver class, half-affectionate, half-merciless, always rendered in the bright pop-comic language of his canvas-and-glass practice. JonXs grew up on sneakers, fashion campaigns, and Sunday-morning cartoons; that vocabulary shows up in every figure. Mickey-eared silhouettes wear Vetements ear tags. A pretentious wine collector daydreams of a Portofino estate to Edith Piaf. A "1% Batman" leers from beneath a 032c cap. The label "Boring Vine since 1988 — Premium Edition" is the artist's own brand: a vintage that aged into nothing in particular, served with a deferential handshake at the door. The series doesn't mock its subjects from above. It sits at the same table, drinks the expensive wine, and notices the punchline. Each piece is a portrait of someone trying — too hard, too late, too publicly — to belong. Berlin's mirror, painted in pinks and blacks and the occasional pink nineteen-eighty-eight in handwritten cursive.