Your mom was eaten by a landshark
This one feels like chaos. It feels like the bar is closed and your drink is empty and you’ve started talking silly so you may as well go but you’re dancing on the half beat with someone real cute and it’s always been ok to just rest there and just enjoy that. It feels like a message on a honky tonk bathroom wall but in a way that feels real romantic and just for you…but it also feels like someone wrote a poem under everything that reveals something simple: your mom was eaten by a landshark.
One of one, acrylic, oil pastel, hand stitch | 9” x 12” on unstretched canvas
Frame not included
This one feels like chaos. It feels like the bar is closed and your drink is empty and you’ve started talking silly so you may as well go but you’re dancing on the half beat with someone real cute and it’s always been ok to just rest there and just enjoy that. It feels like a message on a honky tonk bathroom wall but in a way that feels real romantic and just for you…but it also feels like someone wrote a poem under everything that reveals something simple: your mom was eaten by a landshark.
One of one, acrylic, oil pastel, hand stitch | 9” x 12” on unstretched canvas
Frame not included
This one feels like chaos. It feels like the bar is closed and your drink is empty and you’ve started talking silly so you may as well go but you’re dancing on the half beat with someone real cute and it’s always been ok to just rest there and just enjoy that. It feels like a message on a honky tonk bathroom wall but in a way that feels real romantic and just for you…but it also feels like someone wrote a poem under everything that reveals something simple: your mom was eaten by a landshark.
One of one, acrylic, oil pastel, hand stitch | 9” x 12” on unstretched canvas
Frame not included