Fools' Gold — Prints

$66.66

“The unnatural terroir of his lakeside estate had seeped into me. I felt the prickling of my skin as I sipped the house vintage— its flavor buttery and metallic in a way I couldn’t quite place.

As he eyed me through his bauta mask, I felt like a bird in a jaguar’s sight. Given the costume, it was impossible to gauge his reaction to my poorly concealed unease. However, he seemed more gleeful and restless the more I shied away from his piercing, prodding gaze.

I got the distinct impression this man had never uttered a truthful word in his life. He’d introduced himself as a simple vintner, claimed the metallic taste of his wine came from iron in the soil…

I think he knows I don’t believe him.”

12” x 10” art prints.

Shipping costs DO NOT increase on orders for multiple items, or multiple of the same item. If you have any questions, contact me at berlincubusart@gmail.com

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“The unnatural terroir of his lakeside estate had seeped into me. I felt the prickling of my skin as I sipped the house vintage— its flavor buttery and metallic in a way I couldn’t quite place.

As he eyed me through his bauta mask, I felt like a bird in a jaguar’s sight. Given the costume, it was impossible to gauge his reaction to my poorly concealed unease. However, he seemed more gleeful and restless the more I shied away from his piercing, prodding gaze.

I got the distinct impression this man had never uttered a truthful word in his life. He’d introduced himself as a simple vintner, claimed the metallic taste of his wine came from iron in the soil…

I think he knows I don’t believe him.”

12” x 10” art prints.

Shipping costs DO NOT increase on orders for multiple items, or multiple of the same item. If you have any questions, contact me at berlincubusart@gmail.com

“The unnatural terroir of his lakeside estate had seeped into me. I felt the prickling of my skin as I sipped the house vintage— its flavor buttery and metallic in a way I couldn’t quite place.

As he eyed me through his bauta mask, I felt like a bird in a jaguar’s sight. Given the costume, it was impossible to gauge his reaction to my poorly concealed unease. However, he seemed more gleeful and restless the more I shied away from his piercing, prodding gaze.

I got the distinct impression this man had never uttered a truthful word in his life. He’d introduced himself as a simple vintner, claimed the metallic taste of his wine came from iron in the soil…

I think he knows I don’t believe him.”

12” x 10” art prints.

Shipping costs DO NOT increase on orders for multiple items, or multiple of the same item. If you have any questions, contact me at berlincubusart@gmail.com