“He would often stand near the back of the basement, near a lantern, just staring in an almost stoic pose, as if he thought someone were watching him. I called him Ezekiel.“
There is something tender in its terror, something mournful in its monstrosity. This piece aches quietly in the background, stirring emotions you can’t quite name. It’s best hung where the light hits it gently, and where silence is welcome. You’ll know where.
Museum-quality prints on thin canvas.
0.75″ (19.05 mm) thin canvas
Wall mounts attached
Rubber pads on the back to avoid damage
100% human-created artwork (no AI involved)
“He would often stand near the back of the basement, near a lantern, just staring in an almost stoic pose, as if he thought someone were watching him. I called him Ezekiel.“
There is something tender in its terror, something mournful in its monstrosity. This piece aches quietly in the background, stirring emotions you can’t quite name. It’s best hung where the light hits it gently, and where silence is welcome. You’ll know where.
Museum-quality prints on thin canvas.
0.75″ (19.05 mm) thin canvas
Wall mounts attached
Rubber pads on the back to avoid damage
100% human-created artwork (no AI involved)
