Come, walk through my house. Unlock my doors. Glide through my halls. Let your clammy fingers fumble the walls. Break through the habitual sodomy of thought and perfect light. Widen your eyes at the milky sunlight choking the windows. Come, walk though my house.
Martini Man 37” x 20” original oil on board with hand sculpted frame
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