A limited edition 3 colour screen print with each having hand-finished watercolor additions, ensuring no two brain-skulls are quite the same.
THE DEAD ZONE
The skull was cracked, its flesh was gone,
Yet still the brain kept buzzing on.
It churned up thoughts both grave and deep—
Too busy thinking to rest in sleep.
It pondered things both grand and small,
Yet nothing changed – no truth at all.
It spun and spun, a thought machine,
Left wondering what it all might mean.
So here it sits, no plans complete,
With goofy eyes and giant teeth.
A skull should rest, not sit and groan.
Forever trapped in The Dead Zone.
