The impending demise of a beloved bird for a more beloved feast. The way the feathers are both present and implied is simply put, genius. The combination of both the physical world and the ethereal renders such deep spiritual contemplation that I involuntarily manifested a single tear. 10/10 would hang on my wall if I were gifted it.
- Funcle Stef on May 8, 2024
Nice opples, where are the bononos?
- Funcle Stef on November 14, 2023
Like a young Basquiat. L'art c'est la vie, my guy.
