Combinations Vol. 32
At the end of the road (on a tissue box-car) I find myself passing through an imprisoned town ruled by Judge Treeweed as he secretes a toxic milk.
Discerning the whispers of a Pale Goddess, the Reptile-Feline follows through with its ritualistic skinning.
Now, while looking into the night sky we can see a moon that reveals a missing piece.
Ebony pencil & watercolor pencil on watercolor paper.
Date: March 2014
11×14 Print: $25
Original art by J.B. Mendez