People were in a frenzy in an attempt to alert the driver, and a few most brave jumped into the street and blocked the oncoming truck, all hands raised and bellowing for the driver to stop.
PRETTY VACANT ARTIST’S STATEMENT
Is there a thing more vigorous than that which is constantly changing? It is that energy from decay that attracts me.
It has a large slate mantle inset eight feet from the ground. Perhaps the trapper was a giant and the mantle was where he kept his precious things.
It was an audible salute to a fallen comrade. Wolves howl into the chill night air, mourning the loss of one of the pack.
Upon entering, one could only assume it was a child’s room. No one should ever paint a room that way for any other reason.