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I drank a bunch of toad wine that evening and wandered through the fair alone, finding strange displays only available to the adult evening crowd. A two headed boy gave me a handcuff key that I still carry with me today. I then saw a miniature horse ridden by an even smaller man. A strongman wept onstage, inconsolable. All these sights I shared with no one but myself and blurs of strangers passing by. The circus is better with a friend.
Acrylic paint on 8×10 wooden panel.
Presented in a thrifted frame, 10×12 is final size
Hung on strong brass wire.
Comes with certificate of authenticity.
Varnished to outlive your bloodline.
I drank a bunch of toad wine that evening and wandered through the fair alone, finding strange displays only available to the adult evening crowd. A two headed boy gave me a handcuff key that I still carry with me today. I then saw a miniature horse ridden by an even smaller man. A strongman wept onstage, inconsolable. All these sights I shared with no one but myself and blurs of strangers passing by. The circus is better with a friend.
Acrylic paint on 8×10 wooden panel.
Presented in a thrifted frame, 10×12 is final size
Hung on strong brass wire.
Comes with certificate of authenticity.
Varnished to outlive your bloodline.