Vincent Van Gone and The Mona Loser - Limited Edition Print

In Vincent Van Gone and The Mona Loser, Jaxon Northon delivers a mythic double portrait of two modern wanderers; equal parts allegory, pop-theology, and desert hallucination. Set against the scrubland and shadowed peaks outside Reno, Nevada, the painting captures two figures posed in defiant unity, facing east toward an unseen city and a half-promised future.

The work plays with scale, reference, and coded detail. It’s at once personal and panoramic, rooted in Western iconography and wired with cultural voltage. On one side stands The Mona Loser — worn, regal, slightly ruined, clutching a nearly empty bottle of bourbon and staring through mirrored sunglasses. On the other, Vincent Van Gone, her stance both regal and ironic, holds the severed head of María Félix, the Mexican screen legend, styled like Salomé with John the Baptist. A cuckoo bird perches between them, mid-call.

Northon’s painting draws deeply from visual storytelling: Renaissance composition, desert folklore, fashion editorials, Schiaparelli, Elvis, and Catholic martyrdom all flicker through the frame. The result is a contemporary mythology constructed through presence and accumulation. As the artist writes, “They are partners. One is poor and a lunatic, the other is just poor. One is unmatched in beauty and destined for greatness. The other is just an old sucker toiling away days in obscurity.” The language is sharp, but not cynical. There’s empathy here. Both figures are elevated and undone by their shared delusions and quiet resolve.

The landscape behind them — Mount Rose, rooted in Washoe legend — functions as a kind of witness; watching these two mortals try to wrench meaning from a culture designed to move on without them. They wear symbols like armor: belts, rings, bruises, and memories. Their unity is part pact, part performance.

In Northon’s hands, these figures are neither tragic nor triumphant. They are in progress; haunted by artistic ambition, romantic ideals, economic futility, and just enough swagger to keep going. Whether they’re seekers, fools, saints, or scam artists is beside the point. What matters is that they showed up, together, and refused to disappear.