Dave Matthews earned his cultish fame as an acoustic singer who packed hazy amphitheaters and gave a generation nostalgic, lithe anthems that represent fuzzy memories of good times but not always good decisions.

His latest release has no sound but plenty of verve. For three weeks, he worked with close friend and South African artist Beezy Bailey inside a Brooklyn studio to create "Itica Pritica," a collection of 24 silkscreen paintings that stretch from brash protest on South African rhinoceros horn smuggling to nonsensical depictions of a fat man perched on a broom.

"I was terrified of doing this whole thing with Beezy," he said.

Matthews also has a longtime reputation of an improvisational whiz, luring crowds into his dominion with concert soliloquies and guitar riffs that morph five-minute songs into 15-minute live jams. On a recent tour of his exhibition, Matthews said pretty much anything he wanted as he sipped alcohol-infused orange juice.

"There's no pig unless it's trying to shoot its excrement up in the air," he said on a porker painting.