Inktober day 11: Phantom Nation
As you run across the cemetery, your fists full of grave dirt, you can feel the pressing gaze of empty orbits on you. They know you're a thief.
Cold sweat, the smell of decaying wreaths, a tombstone hand on your shoulder, henceforth a graveyard mind.
9.1" x 12.2" - india ink on archival paper - shipped unframed
Available on November 1st, 12pm, Pacific time.
First come, first served.