Of course it's going to be Clarence
Mersh carrying a blonde woman clear of a firefight, a cigarette still in his mouth and his dark glasses on, while three armed women cover him — one masked in pink with a long braid, one kneeling with a submachine gun, one at the left with a pistol. A small blue cat watches from the lower left corner. The Pussy Wrangler logo is roughed out in pencil at the right edge.
A tight pyramid of bodies filling a painted square, with the carried woman's legs running out of it to the left and the braid running out of it to the right, so the group reads as wider than the panel that holds it. The painted ground stops short of the sheet edge and the figures are allowed to break past it.
Hot pink and salmon against sage and turquoise, with the sand laid in raw ochre. The green-skinned woman at the right is the only cold note in the group.
Drawn in ink first and coloured flat, with almost no modelling — the forms are held by line alone. The background wash is scrubbed in quickly and left streaky, and the pencil lettering at the right has deliberately not been inked.
Watercolour over ink on sketchbook paper, with pencil underdrawing left visible at the right edge.
No signature within the painted area.
Pussy wrangler... of course it's going to be Clarence!