Fools' Gold — Prints
“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
“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