11″ x 14″ Archival ink of velvet paper signed, dated and numbered
This is me, applying the final flourishes to a piece that may turn out to be called “Infernal Pitts shall never hold celestial spirits in bondage”, which of course is a couplet from Paradise Lost, but may end up being called ‘spirits unbound’ because it’s far easier to remember at my age.
Though it may seem a little premature, best laid plans being what they are, I thought I would let you all know where a majority of my focus is going to be for the next fourteen months.
“In the studio he wields his brush over the fibers of his canvas with the precision and authority of a magistrate’s gavel… Weaving tapestries of man’s wonderment at the terror he poses to the world around him, and the terror he poses to himself.”
Tough times call for tough measures, so I’m wielding a cutthroat razor and slashing hundreds and thousands of dollars in prices on originals. Go check out my store and pick up something blacker than coal for your Xmas stocking. ART STORE SALE
“…most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.” ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody’s crazy. Charles Manson