Blues that envelop. A moon running down the sky like liquid. A city trying to force structure.
20" w 13 1/4" h
"Sleep, those little slices of death - how I loathe them."
Edgar Allan Poe
Sleep (2011)
$50.00Price
Printed only on acid and lignin free museum quality paper using professional grade inkjet printers.
Blues that envelop. A moon running down the sky like liquid. A city trying to force structure.
20" w 13 1/4" h
"Sleep, those little slices of death - how I loathe them."
Edgar Allan Poe