Page 8: Ancient monuments to gods that slept - 2020
Page 8: Ancient monuments to gods that slept
The world was dying then, I know that much now, and in these old bones I craved the same.
I spent my days staring into the forest, that howling green abyss, of ancient monuments to gods that slept. I saw things there, moving in the mist.
This painting is featured in our first book, "STGM - the conclusion of the world, and what rose after".
2020 - 9x12 - India ink on archival paper
Original painting, signed, shipped unframed.